Author Archives: blitzken

Mistakes?

Life is indeed too short, too short by far,
Oft likened to a shooting star,
Burning brightly and then gone,
We have not the luxury of getting it right,
That is our plight,
We must learn as we go,
Not because we never know,
When we move on,
But because there is no other way,
No perfect path to take,
We learn by trying,
Stumbling, crying,
We add negativity to the word “mistake”,
We must feel pain when we sometimes fall,
But the only shame lies,
In our not trying at all,
So a life littered with mistakes and missteps,
Is perhaps a life that truly has been blessed.

Anxiety

Elephants shift.

And sit on my chest,

The world pressing in on me,

Seemingly,

Weight  overwhelming,

Feelings swelling,

Compelling me to,

Retreat,

To a safer place,

To retrace,

My steps within,

As walls close in,

And I try to hide,

By turning inside,

To a small dark corner,

Where I feel,

Slightly more,

 Secure,

But not really,

GREEN

GREEN
Looking from my balcony,
So many shades of green I see,
It seems that every single tree,
Is reaching out to speak to me,
Trying to make me aware,
Of all the history we share,
I have a feeling that they care,
Burdens they will help me bear,
They know my secrets and my ways,
Have followed me for all my days,
Know my slips, my passion plays,
Know my different shades of greys,
But they don’t judge a thing I’ve done,
All the roads from which I’ve come,
Some believe in angels and the sun,
But I believe the trees are One,
That somehow they speak to each other,
Treat me like I am their brother,
Like the earth is our shared mother,
They nourish me, they don’t smother,
Somehow they look after me,
Their wisdom old as old can be,
Looking from my balcony,
So many shades of green I see,
It seems that every single tree,
Is reaching out to speak to me.

I love the sound of the rain

I love the sound of the rain,
Especially in the night,
It calms me,
And slightly alters my perceptions,
So instead of ingesting negativity,
I feel cleansed, and glad, and free,
Appreciating where I am and what I’ve got,
Not focusing on hindrances,
Fences,
That block my way,
Wish I could stay,
In this moment,
When it all feels good,
And there’s no pain,
No fight for acceptance,
No need to gain,
It’s quiet, and dark,
In the middle of the night,
Everything feels right,
And I love the rain.

I CRY

I cry,
For in this moment I feel sadness,
Then I cry anew,
For I know,
That in this sadness there is joy too.
For every single thing I’ve lost,
There’s something I’ve gained,
Every pain worked through,
I somehow grew,
Found the lesson that remained.
My journey long and varied,
The baggage carried,
Often weighed me down,
But digging in the dirt,
Healing the hurt,
Leaves me on solid ground,
Ever moving forward,
Though what toward,
I do not know,
But that’s okay,
Living in today,
Is the joy I’ve found,
So I cry,
For in this moment I feel sadness,
Then I cry anew,
For I know,
That in this sadness,
There is joy too.

EVEN THE BIRD WITH THE WOUNDED WING

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Still can sing, still can sing,
Still has so much joy to bring,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Still can be a pretty thing,
Can still have my heart on a string,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Still can welcome in the spring,
Still can feel the winter’s sting,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Appreciates a golden ring,
Brings me hope on which to cling,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

THE UNSEEN ELEPHANT

Okay, okay,
I know that this may sound obscure,
But something nudged me,
Of that I’m sure,
I can’t see it,
But I know it’s there,
Unwritten signs are everywhere,
There’s something I’m dying to say,
But an unseen wall is in the way,
Try to make the words come out my mouth,
But they hit the wall and head straight south,
Important thoughts I thought I’d thunk,
Get sucked up by the unseen trunk,
Unseen, but somehow really there,
Inhibiting things we need to share,
Important things to talk about,
Somehow that elephant locks out,
It’s as if the great beast feeds,
On our important wants and needs,
Insatiable, and in the way,
Of things we really have to say,
Elephants are fine and good,
But I think that this kind really should,
Wander off and go somewhere,
So that we can clear the air,
It should go, ethics behoove it,
Thing is, it takes the group to move it,
Cuz the group is damned,
Will meet its doom,
If an elephant’s stuck in the room.

MY FATHER, THE THIEF

Like a tiny little thief I took the way that you walk,
Copied bits of your style,
Took the way that you talk,
Took every little bit that my tiny heart could steal,
But it took more than forty years till I could manage to feel,
What you took from me,

At only nine years old well what was a boy to do,
You pulled the rug from under,
I tried to build a bridge to you,
With a box under your arm you shook my hand and said goodbye,
Never once looked back to see me as I lay there and cry,
You did not want to see,

What did that box have in it, cuz I never got to know,
The things that you took with you,
On that day you chose to go,
It must have been filled with moments we’d never get to share,
And whatever mask you used to help show you never care,
And my security,

Well I’ve a box inside me, and it’s been there since that day,
Tried many times to open it,
But then locked it back away,
Every once in a while I could take a peek inside,
But now I’ve found the keys to rip the damned lid open wide,
And I’m fucking angry!

Angry for abandonment and angry that you lied,
Angry for the way things went,
And that you never even tried,
Angry for the holes you left for me to fill myself,
Angry cuz your feelings are still locked upon some shelf,
Angry for the fact I never got what I deserved,
Childhood was torn from me, I was poorly served,
Angry cuz my hunger for you kept my feelings caged,
When the simple truth is long ago I should have been enraged,
Angry that my longing interfered and that I let it,
Angry because forty years on you still don’t fucking get it,
I’m Angry!

NAKED PAIRS

Always naked

Being naked?
I must confess,
Don’t really care,
It’s only flesh,
Stripping off,
Ho hum, ho ho,
That’s between
You and your ego,
But being who
You really are
That’s a bigger task
By far,
Being as clear
As you are able,
Discarding fear,
All cards on the table,
Your humanness
Out on display
Showing that we’re one,
At the end of day,
In fact I believe
We have a duty
To open up,
Let others see,
That our worries, fears,
Are not unique,
So many things,
Of which we don’t speak,
Are common,
Although never stated,
It’s my duty,
To be always naked.

They Think They’re Naked

They’re out there
Lurking in the light
So unaware
Of their true plight
They post bad taste
Removed from feeling
Then watch
As the “likes” hit the ceiling
For we’re jaded
Can’t tell dirt from earth,
Our “likes” have
Absolutely no worth,
But we hit the button anyway,
So stressed out,
It feels like play,
Like it’s relaxation,
Although not really,
Then the realization,
That actually,
We’re apathetic,
Just one big bore,
But the oblivious
Just keep coming back for more.