• Are you…

    by  • March 8, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, Buck up! • 3 Comments

    …living the life you said you were going to start living this year? Are you finally going to put to rest the endless wandering, with the fool’s hope but the hermit’s weariness?

    You are the hermit at the moment. Carrying a lantern in the darkness, and the staff to find your ground and ward off danger. Are you blind yet? You seem to have lost your bag of tricks. That little bag that carried with you four small tools, but all you’d ever need.

    Where is your inspiration, your muse, your enthusiasm? What have you done to rectify that stoop in your posture, the grey in your hair and the weariness in your eyes?

    Is it enough? Have you done enough? Do you mean it?

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    3 Responses to Are you…

    1. Would even care?
      March 8, 2015 at 1:43 pm

      …if this person lived up to their word?

      If this person found gainful work,
      in a position that gave them great pride,
      and brought joy to those around them?

      Do you frown upon this person,
      because they dropped everything,
      to follow their dreams,
      no matter how tired and foolish they may seem?

      I am blind. I have lost my bag of tricks.
      I am tired. I am weary.

      My inspiration has faded.
      Your ice cold wind has frozen my soul.

      I need forgiveness. I need redemption.

      I still go on. Still fighting for my dreams.
      It is not in my nature to give up,
      yet I am all out of moves,
      and apathy has constricted me.

      Just remember back a few years.
      The joy we shared together,
      just being beside each other,
      I miss that so much,
      it physically hurts.

      Call it “fool’s hope”, call it what you want,
      but there was a time,
      when we were close,
      shattered by BOTH our actions,
      I accept my share of blame,
      and have received the karmic recoil,
      you think you are the abyss?
      You have no idea.

      Everything I have said,
      I have meant.

      I don’t even know if it is you,
      that I am replying to,
      reality and fantasy have blurred,
      bitterness mixed with nostalgia,
      I really am blind,
      living in darkness.

      Please forgive me,
      please let me back in,
      please shine your light,
      and show me the way, girl.

      I am lost in this world.
      Faded to almost nothing.
      The rain keeps falling.
      Fragile, I hide away,
      haunted by ghosts,
      this ice cold sorrow I feel,
      forgive me,
      my heavy heart weighs me down.

      I love you.




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    2. Foolish hermit
      March 8, 2015 at 2:28 pm

      I will ALWAYS have a young fool’s hope and a stooped hermit’s weariness and they will always both be tugging at my heart. That is who I am.

      Whether in agony, complacent, joyful, adventuresome, rebellious, peaceful, hollowed-out, in love, at war, or something else entirely… I have always loved poetry, and all of those things are part of the poetry of existence. I hate this new-age positivity, “good energy” bs that says we all need to be healthy and productive and engaged and community-minded etc. all of the time. Not that there is anything wrong with that in and of itself, but I think it’s exhausting and don’t want it forced down my throat anymore. You couldn’t give me enough psychopharmaceuticals in the world to be that type of person- and I wouldn’t want them. It just isn’t me.

      You need not concern yourself with my life anymore, or how weary I look, or how foolish I am, or anything else. Our chapters are ended- feel free to revisit them, but you aren’t welcome in the new chapters of my life.

      I don’t owe you any change or answers, but there are two cents for your own cup.




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    3. No Ones Fool!
      March 11, 2015 at 8:42 am

      I applaud you all. For here writes some of the best poets here..? She & He. Enjay? Or J? The new thinking your refering too does help & works.
      Am I wrong? Yes I agree forcing your own believes upon another is wrong. Your so hurt too I say to she? We all hurt, we all love let it go for you haven’t by your words. Enjay your still tje number 1 poet here/other places:)




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