Poem Number Two

POEM NUMBER TWO

(the Muse)

Whence cometh the Muse?

I suppose She comes when She wants

To toss my Brain and Heart around

She comes from a place

That knows how to stir the

Passions in my heart to boil

While constantly reminding me that

False and empty hope

Are my enemies

I know now I should

Tend to and

Cultivate and listen to

that graver, wiser voice

But She, the Muse,

Always gives the spark of hope that

Makes me knowing of the larger image

And I see and I sit,

Now quietly knowing the Truth

~Christopher Hughes 9/11/2010

Poem Number One

Number One

I look around for a moment,

Enjoying the Peace and Quiet

Soaking it in, for

I know it will be shattered all to soon

By the fast and furious goings-on

That have become my life

Activities and obligations that must be performed

Not out of duty or requirement

But rather out of Love

Which makes it all the sweeter to relax

If only for a moment, and reflect

Upon the fruits of my toils and trials

Regardless of the tolls upon my Physical Being,

The Higher part of me rejoices

In the chance I have now to love

I would do nothing else.I would have it no other way.

 

~Christopher Hughes 9/10/10

I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing
                        flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so
                        lightly round his or her neck for a moment,
                        what is this then?
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.

There is something in staying close to men and women and
                        looking on them, and in the contact and the odor
                        of them, that pleases the soul well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.

                                                                          ~Walt Whitman
                                                              Leaves of Grass, "I Sing The Body Electric", Chapter 4

Checking In

It's always been a cruel universal sarcasm, in my opinion, that everything you love must eventually die (or be lost to us in some way).
I mean, what the Hell, Man?

Life

What if, after all, this life is really just a thinly veiled allegory for what is really "real"...like, this is a "practice run", or  dream dreamed by a God?

Old Tree, new neighbors

1:18 PM 8/20/2010


My tree! My Bradford Pear bit the big one during a storm, split it right in half, and we have to cut the rest of it down and "dismember" it. The good news is that it is great for firewood.

One of the new neighbors came over to offer the use of his chainsaw...Phil, or Bill, or something. I think it was a very nice gesture, especially since we have never actually met him or his wife. I believe they have a daughter, also...she looked about ten or so. I'm not really sure, as I barely got a glimpse of them as they were moving in, a week or so ago. I'm surprised that I even noticed...I take very little interest in my neighbors, as a rule. I did look around for pets...I like to know about any new dogs or cats in the Hood, don't ya know.

8/15/2010

I Guess I can begin a running Stream-Of-Consciousness at any time and at any time, so that is exactly what I am doing. 9:50 PM 8/12/2010

Bud just came back in with poor ole' Maxie, taking steroid injections every few days just to be able to walk around. He is, after all, 14 years old this past June 6. When the time comes, we will have him put to sleep, but we hold on to life and hope for a few precious days at a stretch. That's all, just a day or two more.

Bud has been laid off, three days ago now I suppose, and is already filing with BP.

His Mom is showing early signs of dementia... she has good and bad days, and you never know ahead of time which it's gonna be. Usually by 11:00 am you can tell.

They went to the doctor today, so that is good, at least she is allowing some medical supervision from Bud.

Hello out there...I thought this might be a nice therapeutic device, although I'm still unclear as to what the actual content will be. I was thinking some poetry, some freeform, stream-of-consciousness type stuff, some fiction I may try to pass off as actual experience...I guess we will figure all that out together, huh? Well...um...gosh...I guess I'll get back to you soon, maybe with something actually interesting to write.Yeah. Interesting. Got it. OK I'm gonna go have some life experiences now to write about, as my back already hurts.LATER, Chris