Posts tagged ‘escape’

January 8, 2016

Looking Up

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wandering thoughts caught
frozen in shades of gray, still
she was looking up

~smj

Blackbird, Paul McCartney & Wings

May 6, 2013

Fortunate Ones

How fortunate are black bears that retreat
at the first scent and flake of winter’s light
into dark havens far from frigid’s white.
Bellies full, they breathe sustaining heat

and rise and fall into sweet slumbered bliss.
Unscathed from descending deprivation,
unconsciously content in their sedation,
the unknown is quite impossible to miss.

But, what if fortune crooked its fickle head
exchanging bear’s superficial gifts of sleep
for the restless fate the clever vixen keeps?
If virgin eyes witnessed icy glistening beds,

before a myriad of  soulful seasoned riches missed, what then?
Would the fortunate ones feel fortunate to ever sleep again?

~ smj
revised 5-2013
original 11-2011 (below)

“I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
don’t let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
Wake me up inside, wake me up inside
call my name and save me from the dark
bid my blood to run, before I come undone
save me from the nothing I’ve become”

Bring me to life, Evanescence

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original 11-16-2011:

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February 15, 2013

Uncharted Pain

uncharted pain breaks
out of foul cocoons of white
coats and stethoscopes

~ smj

========= Entangled – by Genesis:

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July 31, 2012

Bees. Why did it have to be bees?

Bees. Great. Now, there’s bees in my new temporary office.   I don’t know how they are getting in and they clearly do not know how to get out. They go towards the light of my window and beat their buzzing little heads against it relentlessly until they collapse and join the other dead bee-bodies on the window sill. How horrific it must be for them. Seeing freedom, but not quite able to reach it, while below all they see is the carcasses of their friends.  If only they had the capacity to grasp the concept of invisible glass walls.  Then, they could take the time to find a way out… but they don’t get it.  Poor little bastards.  They just keep buzzing, and banging their heads, and dropping dead.

I wonder if it’s their little wings or their little hearts that give out first? It must be their wings, actually, because they wind up crawling around for a while before they finally curl up and join their brethren in defeat.  I wonder if their queen misses them? I wonder if they start blaming the bee they followed in there, or if they curse their own stupidity for venturing into unknown territory?  I wonder if in their last hours they beat themselves up internally so badly that their little egos wind up as bruised and battered as their little heads.  Do bees have egos?  Somehow, I doubt it – but then again that may just be my own, much larger, ego speaking.

I wish I could open the window for them and let them out. I would if I could, but,

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May 11, 2012

Let You Go

When push comes to shove
and it all comes down around me
          I will let you go.

It won’t matter
that you have always been the one
to be there for me when I needed you
and, yes, I know, I always needed you
          and still do.

It won’t matter
that you are the one I’ve always loved
to spend time that flies with
and yes, I know there’s never enough time
           for us.

It won’t matter
what you say, or what I said.
All my promises and plans will come
unintentionally undone
when I put you in your place,
out of sight and mind,
where I think you should belong, and
I’ll tell myself
that you don’t matter,
that I don’t matter, just before
I slip away again
          and let you go.

But none of that will matter
when I come crawling back
to find you once again
and yes, I know you know,  I will
          come back
.

When push comes to shove
and it all comes down around me
          I can’t really let you go.

~ smj

Say (All I Need), One Republic