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Goosebumps and Tears
Published on August 30, 2007 By
Buddah Moskowitz
In
Poetry
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time is a gun
pointed at my head
demanding that I live
it’s almost too much sometimes
life steals me away
at a hundred miles a minute
in a thousand different directions
like the breeze
I fly through this life
twisting and twirling
and dancing and swirling
as the caravan moves on
and my payoff:
an equal number of
goose bumps and tears
I know there is suffering
but sometimes all I can see
is the sign
the proof
the evidence
that this was all made for me:
random illogical clouds
the softly scented nape
the moribund dance
of fall leaves
to songs without words
the unexpected kindness
infinite grace
the exact right word
coming to me
every moment
is a present
wrapped in a memory
and I offer them
to you
in gratitude
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1
dynamaso
on Aug 30, 2007
This is really good, mate. The idea that life is a trial is something I am tired of hearing.
I offer them
to you
in gratitude
And I thank you for these wonderful words.
2
KellyW0498
on Aug 30, 2007
like the breeze
I fly through this life
twisting and twirling
and dancing and swirling
as caravan moves on
This is so beautiful.
You are consistently fantastic.
3
RoyLevosh
on Aug 31, 2007
sometimes all I can see
is the sign
the proof
the evidence
that this was all made for me:
Douglas Adams once said:
. . . imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in -an interesting hole I find myself in. Fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for.
So watch out Buddah!
You are consistently fantastic.
Abso-fuckin-lutley.
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