I understand how you feel
No need for words
I too am hanging on
By a few frayed threads
All those faceless women
Coming through your door
Headboard banging against the wall
Primal sounds pierce the night
A flash of forgetful pleasure
Then silence
Out the door they stumble
You alone in your bed
The daylight will come
Your problems still there
Swimming in debt
The court date is set
Three times cuffed
Is no drunken charm
They will take all away
Yet still you live like a whore
More flashes of joy
Hedonistic pleasures
To be repaid with interest
The walls are closing in
There is no escape
Except that one option
What is that you mumble?
You want to surrender?
Life is no longer worth it?
Leave your debt behind?
Unpaid years of whoredom?
But this is no option
My friend
You have two little girls
This is no noble Roman act
Accept your punishment
Realize your mistakes
Let them knock you to the ground
Wallow in your fall
From once peak economic heights
Reflect on how you got here
Redefine what peak height means
Begin to slowly crawl
Get to your knees
Try to stand
I am your friend
I will not hand you a knife
But I offer my trembling hand
We can stand together
Walk with me
And at least try
To begin anew
Contemplating The Human Direction 
I won’t ask the personal underneath this. I going to share a link to one of my dream posts called NotYouTube. You’ll need a few minutes; it’s a legitimate short story.
Nothing too personal not already revealed…my best friend in deep trouble. I’ll read your short story.
I posted my reply on your short story. Thanks for sharing…could be helpful.
Thanks for participating! 🙂
heartfelt…sad… and encouraging. well said. continue…
Thanks or dropping by barkinginthedark…just one struggle highlighted amongst 7 billion.
Probably your best poem yet. Absolute bull’s-eye.
I was going to post this song under “Murder By Numbers”, but I fear it would get lost there; and it certainly has some applications here as well. In many ways, this song could be the Anthem of your Blog–in terms of metaphor, not substance, of course. You’ll see what I mean.
You know I am a sucker for this kind of music beloved brother. I loved the lyrics and the tones…and I always love a woman’s voice. Thanks for posting this.
Agree with Dragonstrand. Your best poem yet… nicely done 🙂 I felt it, was in it, it was me and your ocean gave me comfort and hope all the while.
Thanks J…I actually don’t think these are poems…I like what someone else called a short little piece I wrote…was it Ermilias blog??? She said she liked the fragmented structure of the poem….I should start calling these “fragments”…or “fragment rythms”…for they really don’t have any type of poetic form…no stanzas, no meters, no epics…no commedies….etc….
A striking political metaphor that really captivated me and drew me in from the beginning. Great work!
Thanks VW…some economic metaphor in there as well…now lets go find some Evil Nymphs:)
Such powerful words. I felt this was beautifully written. That’s what I ‘liked’ about it, not the suffering subject, but I’m sure you realized that.
Glad you liked it Hollyjb…happy European travels:) I am envious.
With political and economic implications aside, if you wanted to hold my hand all you had to do was ask. 😉
Ha….ok…may I have your hand…where is it?
Trembling in my lap, of course. Because I’m delicate and nervous-like. 😀
Tinc?
Flower…I have two hands…one for you…one for Fountains…LOL…chances are my one hand will be holding my other hand:)
. . . or both hands will be holding one staff while thinking, alternately, about them both. 😉
Sorry “Tinc”–that wasn’t very Wingmanlike of me, was it? I think I’m failing miserably in that role.
In fact, I’m starting to feel like William from the movie Underworld Evolution. What are you going to do with me Marcus?
LMAO…and the hand and body would certainly be trembling…no worries…I am also a terrible wing man…especially after a few bottles of red wine!
wow this is quite some site – multifaceted, right brain, left brain, poetry to politics, sensitive writings and observations – I will need to give a week+ to explore all of your “musings”. You know what I’m into at art rat cafe so you won’t be surprised that I particularly enjoy your combos of words and images. I also write poetry, although most is so personal that I haven’t felt right about exposing it to the cyber-world. I do connect strongly to your words and will read more in time. I replied to your comments about my art, on my site. Great to make this connection.
Thank you for dropping by clinock. Actually, what you probably see is a half formed right brain and half formed left brain resulting in an akward fragmented undeveloped mind:) Eventually the topic of this blog will be exhausted and boring and I plan to create a new blog that will be my own photographic images and my fragmented poems. I believe photography is an inferior form of art…if you even can call photography art…compared to sculpture or painting. I look forward to going through your site in more depth.
So I recently had a show of my photographs and my art. The photos sold, the art didn’t. When I hung the photos I felt neutral, when I hung my paintings and drawings I felt vulnerable. What to make of that?
Photography, I believe, is not “an inferior form of art”. Take a look at the great photographers of history and of our time. Sure, everyone is a photographer these days but not everyone who takes photos is an artist. It is all in the eye, the perception, the composition, the light and the sensitivity to the subject. The ‘artist’ photographer paints with light. The non-artist photographer makes snapshots. My site is on hold for awhile. I’m giving all of my energy to painting and in Jan I’m heading to Mexico to paint some more. I will keep in touch.
I am no painter…left handed and color ignorant…but it seems to me photography invokes a feeling from outside in…whereas painting can take the form of inside out…or somewhere in between. I can understand why you feel more vulnerable with painting…it probably exposes your soul more than photography. I wish you a creative trip and safe journey.
What man has ever earned his wings, anyway? 😀
I can think of a few but they’ve been dead for quite some time now.
Thank you.