Monday, July 30, 2007

The Bridge Already Built

(For Part I click here)

3:40 AM. Awake. Alone. Broken phone. No line to world. Mind in whirl. Winding down from gig. Game of pretend. What will be in the end? A cliché’. But hey. No other way. Repeat what was. Sort through the fuzz. Refine. Things aren’t fine. Why whine? Drink the fine wine. Create the line. Already there. To G-d above. Line of love. Draw again. If not now when? Make a line to another. Her or her. Forget the way things were. Live today. Let things be as they may. Ignore voices that say no. That fill me with woe. That rip me from my core. That take me back to before today. Dangerous game to play. Takes me to the fray. Edge. Wedge my way out. Shout. Sing. Do anything. That will help me move on. Pro not con. Focus on the real. Not hocus pocus. Feel. Go with the heart. Start. Build a bridge. From the mind. Find. The bridge already built. Use guilt. Like pain. Gain. Don’t stew. It’s a cue. A message sent. Repent. All the time. There is a line. Real not fake. It doesn’t break. Normal not odd. Me to G-d. G-d to me. I need to see. I do I do. Not new. Always there. Life is fair. Fair as G-d. Plod. Along. Not alone. With Him. Not on a whim. On His wing. On prayer. Another layer. Of truth. I need a truce. With myself. That blocks my health. Tells me wealth. Is the way to go. I know. A kind word. We’ve heard. I have. So much. A touch. Of class. A laugh. My holy mass. Private one. Is there fun? Is that a word? Can I afford? To love? To be up? To eat chocolate? For supper? To be a lover? Am I prepared? More than scared? What’s the fare? Where’s the Metro Card? Tattered. Scarred. Afar. I see a car. I can drive. Be alive. On my own. I have a phone. The line works. I embrace quirks. Someone. A self. Be with me. Free. Two not three. Empty the head. Empty the bed. Alive. Seven six five. Count up. Not down. Smile. Don’t frown. This is real. Have a heart. Feel. Don’t only think. Don’t only shrink. Grow. Live. Give. Love. Feel from above. Draw the line. Closer to fine. More than a song. Life. Never long. Suddenly ends. If. When. Messages. We send. Receive. Sit. Awake. Need. We. I. Try. Cry. Not too much. Touch. Need. Hand. Hug. Tug. From above. Me. I need eyes. See. Cry. Try. Breathe instead of seethe. Leave. Past behind. She shouldn’t mind. Past belongs. Behind. Not wrong. Move on.
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2 comments:

  1. What a great technique; I can envision one of the "beat poets" of yesteryear reciting this like performance art.
    Good stuff, Neil.

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  2. Thank you Pearl for not commenting on content, what was meant - about this being sad or me feeling bad

    I am proud of this stlyle of once in a while when I let go, let the words flow

    It IS a beat thing, like the way rappers sing. I appreciation your appreciation of my emotional reverberation, my performance art, which comes from the heart - meant like paintig or a sculpture, to be noted for structure

    You get what it is, you're a kind poetic wiz. I hope all is well with you. May G-d bless you and yours and all you do.

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