NAPKIN WORDS #19 2011 - Dedicated to Mike Prevor
1. FAILING WONDER
When we could, we never did!
2. PUTTING THE BLIND UPON JUSTICE
Usually, when expectations and hopes of the
heart have changed, when what was thought
of as an impossible joining, now suddenly
seem to be of little importance compared to
all the past joys of love, it is often far too late.
The divorce has been finalized, the lawyers
are on hand to continue your anger, they
will be paid more for doing just that!
3. UNDERSTANDING YOUR TIME
Think about it:
You will never be able to do something
remarkable if you refuse to understand
how remarkable life is. How it allows you
to do something, about anything, anytime
that you wish!
4. I AM ALWAYS ASKING
Am I hearing wisdom?
Is it an answer or a question?
Would I know the difference!
5. THE TELLING OF CLOCKS
Tell me of your time, I will tell you that time
alone will tell of your fate.
Tell me of my fate and my time, and do it in
my time, I shall call you a liar.
History is the only one able to do such a deed!
7. EGO ENVIRONMENT
Always someone four miles away from beauty,
just one inch away from sand!
8. KEEP THIS IN MIND
Shouts are excitement, not satisfaction.
One takes but seconds, the other takes years!
9. DESCRIPTION OF LIFE
It has shadows, it does not always know its
corners, it may never understand its why.
It is your life, peer around shadows, and find out
your corners.
Lastly, never say never, should you wish to
understand!
10. WE NEVER ACCOMPLISH
If we think and believe that life is a trial instead
of a trail!
GUST OF HER SHADOW
There was, for a glorious moment of time,
a gust of your shadow upon my memory,
marching down endless halls of
Erasmus High.
Those almost hidden glimpses of movement,
so painful that only tears offered relief. They
rained, bled, streamed, stained, made rivers
flowing, rushing my raft of a teenagers fear,
swiftly past your glowing light. Yet you never
noticed those hushing outlines of my solitary
devotion.
I was saved many loves later, by a dam built high
in silt of years when a siren spirit lured my soul
to a later destruction in an Asian ocean of kindest
sadness.
How gladly I wished for my doom as your soft, graceful
steps crushed my spirit long years ago upon ancient paths of our sentient
education.
A simple wisdom we never gained, learned or treated as
life.
A single failure we sometimes tell in whispers to our life
mates, when years darken night and memory ignites
wondrous replays of a time past; when first love was
saddest loss of our growing wiser.
by Edward Hunter