Count them: Inscape

Count them

They are many

Many many many

Blessings

Or have you forgotten?

You could see them so clearly

Gifts of the Father

Love of the Mother

They filled you up

With protection

Surrender to their shelter

Space to maneuver

And wriggle about in the wonders of life and all of its majesty

Those invisible hands are still ever present

Though you count solely on yourself

You miss the love they afford you

You're quiet escape into yourself

Has left you lonely and abandoned by your own hand. 

Protectionism is an island, 

which no man can inhabit

Fear and loathe not

Sip of her warm cup

Let yourself be swallowed up by her Sea

Someone please remind me

To count them

August 2012

Weaker

You claim to have come for the challenge
But you stand there in proverbial hands up in defeat
Can you really say you gave it a go?
Did you fight the complacency,
Your usual routine--
Or were you just pretending to be hard and mean?

You perpetually play the victim
And you go patting yourself on the back when you assert
It doesn't come
Natural to you
To see inadequacy
Your flaws stand before you
(Invisibly, too blind to see)

Wallow you will
Swallow your pill
It's always hit or miss
A slap or a kiss
Play it down
There's no need to bring on the tears of a clown

Get moving

August 2012

Fed up

Full, 
Fed up 
This bloated,
Weighed down
Nasty feeling
Underwhelmed by most everything

Flavorless
Locked to my bed
Saying shit underneath my breath
It's all in my head

Faded colours
Pale face
Break it all
Nothing can replace
My mouth crumbles
Teeth fall
Drunken stumbles
Need a car chase
Need a crashing car chase

(Inspired by Paranoid Android - Radio Head)
August 2012