Touched [New] (unfinished poem)

When the sky comes down to kiss the earth
Some are touched but unaware
It’s as if the devil were at hand
And angels occupied elsewhere

I’m living on a random road
Outside of town, but not that far
I can walk to several nearby shops
Or if I need to — drive a car

Rabbit Hole [New] (unfinished poem)

As I traveled down the rabbit hole, I saw three things that caught my eye 
The first was jewelry on the floor 
The second, locked and fastened doors 
The third, a burly woman busy guarding those who live inside 

I asked her “What’s the purpose of the jewelry and the doors I passed?
She said “The jewelry’s to distract”
“The doors are where we store our snacks”
“Plus some doors hold intruders that invade, but don’t retreat that fast”

“It all depends on why you’re here. To steal our wine, or drink our beer?”
“Or just to visit briefly, and go back to where you started from.”

Singing Career 🫤

When I was in junior high school (in some states, they call it ‘middle school’), I was in an awkward situation in one class because the teacher wanted me to sing to the rest of the class. 

Embarrassing Age
Junior high is an awkward age, mostly because people at that age transition through human maturity at different paces — such that you could feel like a dork if you’re not at the front line of becoming an adult. Most people at that age want non-attention — to allow you to ‘adult transition’ at your own pace.

One overlay is, if you do something embarrassing, you may never recover from the harassment/embarrassment you might receive from that event. The other overlay is — I had a good relationship with my teacher (despite being a dork, I am able to make friends), and she found out that I was familiar with the song she targeted to play to the class.

Tech Problems
We found ourselves in a situation where she was unable to play the song that she was intending to play. It was a CCR song (Creedence Clearwater Revival) and I’m pretty sure the song was Who’ll Stop the Rain. I grew up listening to CCR, so I knew the song.

This was mid-1970s, so technology was pretty minimal. All the students were sitting at attached rows of tables/desks — each with a slot to plug in a headphone. The teacher intended to play the song, and have the students listen to it — but she found herself unable to make it happen. It may have been that she didn’t know how to do it, or it may have been that something was technically broken at the music playing source. 

Singing Option
Either way, she realized that it was still possible to connect a microphone and have the students hear that — so this led to her idea of someone singing the song instead. It could have been her singing, but again — she was aware I knew the song, and wanted me to sing it.

Decision / Result
I considered the possibility of singing, but I declined. I did know the song, and was generally able to carry a tune — but again, it was an awkward/embarrassing age — so I wasn’t willing to do it.

Maybe if I did do it, and got good feedback from my classmates, it might have inspired me to follow a more-creative, musical career.

I guess I’ll never know…

Better Place

The past few days, I seem to be in a better place mentally. For the past few years, when I wake up in the morning, my mind is extremely active. I’ve recently been talking to a therapist — plus two weeks ago, I talked to a psychiatrist who increased my medications. It honestly seems that the bump in medications has settled my mind a lot.

Normally, when I wake up, I have multiple trains of thought going on in my head — plus, I’m thinking about music, and have a song or two that I need to play on a speaker to get them out of my head. Recently, I find that I wake up and my mind seems fairly stable and clear. I’m actually able to think about what I need to do that day, plan it out, and get it done.

I’m almost to the point where I might not need to regularly talk to a therapist. I need to think that through. It happens to be the case that next week I have a conflict with my regular therapy appointment (a funeral) — so this might be the first step to meeting with the therapist less frequently.

I’ll figure it out.

Bad Decisions [New] (20 line poem)

The level of adventure
From yesterday to now
Is more than I can fathom
But I need to figure how

I found myself a captive
Mentally at least
My date was such a problem
Essentially a beast

I’m glad the date is over
So glad we parted ways
I’m trying to recover
And surface from the haze

Now I’ve learned a lesson
When searching for a date
Use an online app or date site
Not some sign found on a gate

Mostly now recovered
I’m at a shopping mall
But wait, that looks intriguing —
Phone number on a wall…

Your Guide [Classic] (4 line poem)

Almost sounds like a riddle — maybe it is?

I was sent to be your guide
I’ll be always by your side
By a trick of the light, you might think I appear
Though you never will see me, I will always be near

City Visit [New] (16 line poem)

If you’ve never been to Boston
You should go there once or twice
It’s a bit different from Austin
People there are very nice

Are you wondering what I meant
When I wrote ‘there’ up above?
Was I complementing Boston
Or another place I love?

Every place has good and bad things
Plus, depending on your view
You may like things others don’t like
What you like is up to you

Every place is worth a visit
You should judge it for yourself
And re-visit if you like it
Or just put it on the shelf