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Turn Around, Boy
As wild child
he
rode the trails
horse
named “Silver”
Yup,
like Hi-Ho
After,
still wild,
first of his peers
to
drink booze,
have
sex (alone)
Then
he got better--or worse?
Sex
with another--
well,
he took his licks.
Now,
at age six:
In
first grade
engaged
in
the second,
they
said...
he
wed.
Skip
many years
thousands
tears
bodies,
hearts,
bloodied,
broke
mended
not...
One
fine morning
in
strange city
having
played several weeks
with
a really nice kitty
he
rode away once more.
Silver
had wheels, not four
but
two on which he glided,
leaving
behind such exquisite
sweetness.
Into
mobile he mouthed
“I
wish to come Bach.”
She--”Where
is home?”
“In
the south”, spoke he.
“Sir,
turn yourself around,
face the southern sun.
And
RIDE, Clyde—RIDE!
Never more you roam.”
Wild
child no more rode
'til
his ass was sore.
In
every life—strife
of
decisions,
indecision
Ahh,
those turning points--
which
way to go?
Behind, a cliff
straight
down to hell.
Keep
on keeping on,
still
sober in October
Facing heat of
the
sun...and more.
After
all, life's
of the soul--
not of me—old,
this
chunk of mud,
crud.
crud.
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| From Deviant |
from
GOD has been sent;
Something
borrowed...
Something
lent
--steveroni
March
2, 2012
You were sowing your wild oats pretty early. Sometimes we have to choose the wrong road to find our way home.
ReplyDeleteman you were young when you started rolling...smiles...glad you came to that moment though, cause that is where you story hits man...many need to make that turn...
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful. A young seeker, yes? Always something out there. I can relate.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
My life is so boring compared to yours. I went to school, studied, worked. I can't remember ever being intoxicated or drugged unless I count the night I threw up that nasty cheap sangria that gave me a stomach ache or that anesthesia from my surgery.
ReplyDeleteSteve, I believe, strongly, that those who have never tasted the life that you led....before finding yourself...can never understand the depth you need to fall, before our personal salvation comes to our door.
ReplyDeleteYou earned it, brother....and all those years were not wasted because you are here...sober...and writing such beautiful, heart=felt poems.
And that is the best salvation I can think of.
Peace and Love to you, dear, dear friend, who has walked though the REFINING FIRE of life.
Lady Nyo
This is a powerful travelogue of your journey. I'm glad the ride took you to a good place.
ReplyDeletewhat a poem..all that journey turned you into a lovely man.
ReplyDeleteSo proud of you.
IZDIHER, thank you. I was in a sort of 'rainy-day' blah (not quite a funk!). And this comment was quite cheerful. Really come in a timely moment!
ReplyDeletePATTI, Yeah, I'll never forget “RIDE, Clyde...RIDE!” whoever knows when it will happen—awareness?
LADY NYO! Jane, yup, I've been burnt a few times, and done some burning...but have not we all? Part of life. One fellow says his life in prison was a huge waste. Another says he was given a second chance at living a fulfilling life. Hmmmmm! (Nope, I've never been to prison. I incarcerated myself. YOU are GOOOD, Lady!
CES, your life is anything BUT 'boring', girl. And you really know how to live it. Others follow, and benefit. I am one of them.
ELIZABETH some of us always seeking. I found, if I stop trying, (STOP THE EFFORT!), something out there will come find me. It ain't always what I think it's gonna be!
BRIAN, yesss! Smiles. Not regrets. “We shall not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it...” Alcoholics Anonymous, page 83.
MAGPIE...right road, wrong road, my personal GPS had not been invented, but...”ALL roads lead to Rome”. Thanks for comment.
Hey! Come out and play. Did you play in church today? I hope so. Must have been beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIf you keep turning, eventually, you come full circle. You have had one amazing journey, one not every man can complete. Maybe your journey was meant to be, so that you could come back here and tell us all with your stories and imagery. Keep on keeping on, Maestro. Blessings to you!
ReplyDeleteBELLA, as you might guess, I believe everything is as it is supposed to be at this moment (sometimes--grin!!).
ReplyDeleteIt takes what it takes for people to get where they supposed to be. "Some of us are sicker than others!"
But, ya know? Often one who's been sick can better help another, than one who has never experienced the illness and is now free of the disease. (Drugs and alcohol.)
IT SAYS HERE!!! :-)
CES, did not play. Calling music director Monday for a sit-down. At least I started practicing in earnest. Thank YOU!
ReplyDeleteI liked "Intention"
...Watched the falling snow
with memories of those
O Holy Nights
Somewhere in distant past.
PEACE!
Your must have been an arranged marriage when you were that young. Or else things down on the farm were done a lot differently. Glad that you made your way out of that life to another one. Some don't get a chance to do that.
ReplyDeleteYou described one life so easily..
ReplyDeleteSYD, things were definitely 'different' on the farm.
ReplyDeleteSix live-in, alcohol-swigging hired hands, all 4F-carrying card members, were my early role models, life=-teachers. Yes, life WAS different--grin!
"4F" meant "not fit for military service".
SNOW FLOW, cannot ALL lives be described easily, simply, and just as boring? The SECOND half of mine has been very different!
PEACE!
Steve I really LOVE the last stanza. Enjoy and use that borrowed body until there are no more forces on it, because boring or not, this is the only life we have.
ReplyDeleteLot of hugs Steve, and thank you
Anne, I am so glad you dropped by, and commented. thanks. As you know by now, I like your style, girl (Blog!). Just plain GOOD!
ReplyDeleteSee ya around!
PEACE!