My Emotional Baggage
• 03/26/24 at 04:51AM •My emotional baggage,
must drain the life from you.
I don't wish to cause trouble,
but it's become apparent, I do.
My emotional baggage,
must drain the life from you.
I don't wish to cause trouble,
but it's become apparent, I do.
I will no longer refrain,
from stating a fact,
when you are mistaken,
turn around and go back.
Confusion, reigns,
in my mind.
Perhaps, you can help,
my memories to find.
I hope to return to,
where there was a chance,
to submerge myself,
in relearning to dance.
Old time dance steps,
or anything new.
It's what I would like,
to dance there with you.
I wrote this around, 1978. I haven't yet succumbed to the degradation of alcohol,
although, I may be on edge of insanity.
My arms ache from hanging on,
To that pillar of sanity that
Controls our daily lives.
It has been said, by those
Who supposedly know,
That Poets usually succumb,
To the degradations of alcohol,
Lose their grip on reality
And become insane or die,
At an early age.
I am well on my way to
Becoming an accomplished drinker
And feel, that it is only a matter
Of time before sanity deserts
Me or my liver quits,
And then it's over.
Note! This was originally written approximately 40 years ago.
Let me write about,
when yesterday, was today
and tomorrow is now.
Let's begin, in this way.
When today is over,
and tomorrow begins,
is it the time to inspect?
Counting all of our Sins?
As humans, we error,
in our many ways,
sometimes frequently,
if it pays.
A good thing?
Probably not,
you can be certain,
it may be all we've got.
Outward flowed,
the sands of time,
when faded memories,
became sublime.
A mass of love,
becoming lost.
All those memories gone.
What was the cost?
When Life deals you,
a different hand.
A beginning which,
I no longer understand.
Roll with the punches,
look the other way.
It's rewarding, knowing,
it was your choice to stay.
Another adventure,
to another place,
full of cold, sea air,
which may chap your face.
The Oregon coast,
a great place to see,
away from the unwashed,
members of our Society.
Enjoy my good friend,
as I know you will,
for life's pleasures
may be over the next hill.
Safe journeys to you,
my good friend.
Enjoy your life,
to the absolute end.
For in the end,
you must always try,
for a shot of McNaughten's,
or a drink of Bulliet Rye.
What hath fate divined,
about this life's journey traveled?
Do we know, what's in store,
before our life is unraveled?
May you soon find,
your happiness,
away from,
all your loneliness.
May all the joy,
you feel in your heart,
provide the courage for,
your new life to start.
It's time, for me,
to stumble and fall,
with a love
of anyone at all.
It will be pleasant,
of that, I am sure.
How long will it last?
How long will it endure?
No one knows,
at least not me,
for it depends upon,
the mysterious she,
who is willing to take
a risk with this old man,
to enjoy a life,
as long as we can.
What stream, wanders down,
a hillside, green?
What is wrong,
with a fernlike dream?
I don't know, here in my darkness
I may now cry,
for a love,
gone bye.