I am crashing and burning here,
Watching this life go down in flames,
Wistfully fantasizing the rising Phoenix,
Hoping for a quick peek behind the thick purple curtain.
Such are my latter day blinks,
Spring-like only in their most myopic state,
Accepting that the load-bearing beams have rotted through,
A complete collapse of adolescent attitudes
Seldom seen in senior moments,
Undeniably imminent.
It’s the gravity in the gears, I guess,
Energy escaping like passed gas,
Endurance stumbling long before the finish line,
Desire a dying ember.
And I almost want to hijack an airplane,
Make a serious mistake,
Or make-believe I’m already in heaven.
only those of mature age could possibly write so eloquently as this...so much is wasted on adolescence...if they weren't so 'adolescent the would be profoundly jealous of the talent of your expression....kudos on this piece...p
Such are my latter day blinks,
Spring-like only in their most myopic state,
...
And I almost want to hijack an airplane,
Make a serious mistake,
Or make-believe I’m already in heaven.
Excellent in expression and conception! I have felt like this on many an occasion but love the succinct way in which you have given these feelings voice. Failing sight equates with loss of a proper grip on life, I think; it's certainly disempowering compared with the 'in-touchness' one may have felt before. xx
Immensely expressive! Might be good to hijack something a tad less unnatural and destructive than a plane (metaphorically speaking) and fly on the wings of a Condor.
Rx
I'm sorry to read you are feeling so down, as save this piece, your other recent postings suggest someone who is reflective, but not apt to let dark pieces of the past get to him. I wish you well. PS-I can attest to the relief of "collapse of adolescent attitudes" is a major blessing to anyone. Now, just keep away from the massaging strategy of the media, as they definitely want to keep everyone with adolescent attitudes.
Your passion to keep the fires burning is resulting in some very fine work like this one that cannot be denied. I do doubt that in your adolescence you could ever write like this. Kudos, my friend.
Well said, Michael. You've just revealed the best (worst) kept secret of the golden years - keeping the flame alive, stoking the fires, sparking the dendrites, rekindling the interest in 'keepin' on' - fight on, old salt - do you know the song, Old Admirals? Best, Jan
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Spring-like only in their most myopic state,
...
And I almost want to hijack an airplane,
Make a serious mistake,
Or make-believe I’m already in heaven.
Excellent in expression and conception! I have felt like this on many an occasion but love the succinct way in which you have given these feelings voice. Failing sight equates with loss of a proper grip on life, I think; it's certainly disempowering compared with the 'in-touchness' one may have felt before. xx
Rx
Ron