Not For Nothing

NOT FOR NOTHING

Many years ago now we vowed
That we would never allow loss
(however painful this might be)
To restrict our deeply felt interaction
With any of the music we love

Given that we view music as
A gymnasium for the emotions
It surely follows don’t you know
That if we do not exercise
Our emotions when needed
Or like water, or like blood
They fester and putrefy

Teardrops
Contain both
Water (for cleansing)
And salt (for preservation)

Nature is not called
Mother Nature
For nothing

Out Of Balance

OUT OF BALANCE

Intellect needs heart
Without care its achievements
Only end in tears

Father And Son

Tears

TEARS

One is never harmed
By the tears themselves, but by
Attachment to them

Insufficient

INSUFFICIENT

I will always
find myself honest

a way of making me happy is
what I want

Tuesday
Wednesday
arrived

should I say how sad I am
these days
I barely move

I call

I wait for a sign

so tired

so sleepy

I hold my tears

everyday

I am myself

I am mad
because honest
is not helping

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– This blackout poem was extracted, with permission, from Miss Audrey’s post: “Shut up. Good night.” (http://currentlocationwonderland.wordpress.com/2012/07/20/shut-up-good-night/)