Showing posts with label Patrick Stewart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patrick Stewart. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Inclinations


Studies have shown…

According to the leading experts…

Prevailing opinion insists…

The latest polls indicate…

My father always said…

The evidence declares…

Indisputably…

Without doubt…

We all keep some of our inclinations to ourselves.

That is because some of our inclinations seem to us to be
socially unacceptable, to put it nicely.

But I’d be willing to bet that my inclinations
are enough like your inclinations
that we would be surprised,
and possibly relieved,
with a strong lingering chance of embarrassment,
if we somehow discovered
that we shared similar inclinations.

Common human tendencies are what they are.

We keep them private and secret
in order to preserve a semblance of
dignity, maturity, sanity, humanity, and civilization.

We still all put our pants on
one leg at a time.

This is the great equalizing image of how most humans clothe themselves.

It is clean and mundane and true.

Meanwhile, our inclinations linger in the dark.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Wrung Out Jungle


Brain cells colliding
Memories swirling
A whitewater miasma of myriad thoughts
Tumbling through a jumble
Wrung out by time and stress
Strained by unpleasant incessance
Shredded by the whirling blades of average
Blended and blinded and blistered
Stirred by imagery
Happy, then horrified
Nauseated by the persistent kaleidoscopic freak show
Mindful, remembering, praying to forget
This and that
And all the others
Here, now, never, forever
A moment seized
Tattooed on the colliding cells of my brain

Friday, October 19, 2018

Looking Up and Out



From first to last
Step by step
Our journey through this life
Keeps us looking up
And looking out
(if we look down
We are looking out
And we know which way is up)
Beseech the sky
Or roll our eyes
We ask and wonder and judge
We see
We don’t see
We anticipate
We get blind-sided
The light and color
Our eyes translate
To beauty, love, peace
Or sorrow, pain, loneliness
Put on a show
Pretend you know
What comes next
Then close your eyes
And sigh.