Bound to Struggle

2010-02-07

in Poetry

Bound to strug­gle as we nav­i­gate
these inter­per­sonal waters,
two beings ever separate.

Bound to strug­gle as I nav­i­gate
this world, out­side it, yet con­tained
fully within as well.

Bound to strug­gle as he mas­ters a new task,
the con­scious mind does poorly
what the sub­con­scious will do
with ease once the con­scious mind
is finished.

Bound to strug­gle as they all learn
the steps to this dance and that,
an unend­ing chore­og­ra­phy of us and all.

Bound to strug­gle.
Bound to struggle.

Then to be done with strug­gle
and rest easy for a time,
’til…

Bound to struggle.

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Hell’s Meal

2010-02-06

in Poetry

Rage
Sub­sumed just below the skin
Leaks out in dribs and drabs

Screams against the traffic

Clenched at unre­li­able friends

Real­ity grates
Tears away
Leaves bro­ken ripped and torn

And with each light brush
Bits or raw flesh
Fall free

Food to sea­son Hell’s meal

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Managementese

2010-02-05 Poetry

Do this.”
All the words say.
Then
A bunch of words seem­ingly intended to expli­cate
“Do this.”
But that in fact mean
“Do the other thing.”
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There/Not There

2010-02-04 Poetry

Halfway may be far worse Than none of the way at all.
Some­times it is a binary choice. Here or there. There or here.
I don’t want to be Schrödinger’s cat.
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The Business

2010-02-03 Poetry

The busi­ness dreams of, yearns for. Truly wants, and needs, cre­ativ­ity. Not know­ing it itself, not being the source. It isn’t sure when it sees it. It fears the risk and so rarely takes the risk.
And why? Are the con­se­quences so great?
So fear­ing the risk, they do not take the risk.
Instead, they fol­low each other like sheep. They […]

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Quotes

2010-02-02 Commentary

Famous Put­downs

I feel so mis­er­able with­out you; it’s almost like hav­ing you here. — Stephen Bishop
He has all the virtues I dis­like and none of the vices I admire. — Winston Churchill
A mod­est lit­tle per­son, with much to be mod­est about. — Winston Churchill
I have never killed a man, but I have read many obit­u­ar­ies with great pleasure. — Clarence Dar­row
He has never been known to use […]

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P/N Without E

2010-02-01 Poetry

I am just like you.I am very dif­fer­ent from you.
I walked through all the same doors of devel­op­ment as you.I arrived at them at nearly the same time as you.My pass­ing through them had most of the char­ac­ter­is­tics of your pass­ing through them too.
Still where we have arrived isn’t the same.Mine is uniquely my own.Yours is uniquely […]

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A Fog

2010-01-31 Poetry

A fog lay over us all for some few days now too In and out the sound breathes The day and the night dressed in the mist
I wear it about me like a cloak
From here upon the hill’s top I can watch it waft in one win­dow and out the other
Joy­ously it is weather North­west style
Being the child of the […]

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Consultancy

2010-01-30 Professional

Con­sul­tancy
An arrange­ment where a per­son or orga­ni­za­tion is engaged:
to give expert analy­sis and advice which facil­i­tates decision-making;
to do a spe­cific, one-off task or set of tasks; and
to do a task involv­ing skills or per­spec­tives which would not nor­mally be expected to be found within the orga­ni­za­tion seek­ing the consultation.

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A Memory of Summer

2010-01-29 Poetry

Sun­set and open sky from this hill­top home.
Red, gray, blue, pink.
Sound and silences scent of life and sum­mer.
Defined qual­ity of sight in these
moments before
the end of twi­light.
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Always On

2010-01-28 Poetry

Swim, float, sink and breathe water, evolve, eve love.
Save and cast into the pool of what needs not to be saved.
Are and Am!
We wor­ship at the altar of impa­tience and patience of our own trans­for­ma­tion from what we were to what we will be.
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I Left

2010-01-27 Poetry

I cameinto a ghost town­none pre­sen­tall absent
AloneI looked aboutand left.
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After Shocks

2010-01-26 Poetry

The blaze in the night sky was gone, faded to sparkless­ness. We were not ready. We needed more of the full light, our jour­ney incom­plete, the path tor­tur­ous.
We made our sac­ri­fices. In the end, we could not per­suade and it faded com­pletely from our sky.
Many were lost on that jour­ney.
Our lead­ers over­turned and sent away by […]

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Half-Baked

2010-01-25 Poetry

Through eyes and ears it all falls in
There to stor­age in mat­ter gray.
How long it rests there,
How the soup is made,

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A Wonder, Full Blue

2010-01-24 Poetry

On these days, when the sun is out yet the clouds are too, when the air is cool, and the sun is descend­ing toward the point of equinox, while climb­ing toward, or from, mid­day, on these days, at this time, the sound is a won­der­ful blue.

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Seal of Drivel

2010-01-23 Meta

Today, despite the rel­a­tive quiet here, I give myself and this blog, the use­less dri­vel seal of approval.

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Silence (or Useless Noise)

2010-01-12 Commentary

A reflec­tion upon writing.

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Breathe

2010-01-12 Poetry

In, I breathe my breath,
Not for me, but for another.
Too young to have learned yet how,
Or old enough to have forgotten,

To find peace in this small act.

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Why I Can’t Wait Until Tomorrow

2010-01-10 Poetry

At my age
most the women
the ani­mal mind finds
are too young
for more than
an hour or so
of brief adventure.

At my age

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Hide and Seek

2010-01-10 Poetry

For a time,
I was the seeker. Then,
For a moment,
I was the finder. Now,
I have become the hider,
So you may have your turn as seeker.

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