Concerto for Double Bass

FUCK.

DOUBLE FUCK.

There. That's about it for today.
A lot of anger happening. Can't release it...except with my usual ways.
*shrug*

However, thought i should post and share the following recent discovery.
So as not to waste this post discussing my otherwise empty life.
How's that for blatancy?

"Concerto for Double Bass"

He is a drunk leaning companionably
Around a lamp post or doing up
With intermittent concentration
Another drunk's coat.

He is a polite but devoted Valentino,
Cheek to cheek, forgetting the next step.
He is feeling the pulse of the fat lady
or cutting her in half.

But close your eyes and it is sunset
At the edge fo the world. It is the language
Of dolphins, the growth of tree-roots,
The heartbeat slowing down.

(John Fuller-Poems from underground)

I Shall Always Be...

his little girl.



...the warmth of your hand. still lingers in mine.
...i pray one day soon, we will re-unite again.
...on the day when christ came to us...
...when i will be unleashed from the blades...

and you, my heroic warrior. my guardian angel.

...in the dawn.
...where our naked hearts could float.
...weightless.

dry eyes of mine. i do not weep.
because i love you Pa...
i'm with you wherever you are.
and i know you are with me.

In The Quiet Of The Night

....i can't get this out of my head...

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

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"Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there...I do not die."