Reading majic's journal

Life cannot be lived in sobriety, it's just not the same...

Just a little to take the edge off,
just a little to make me smile,
just something to make this life worth while,
I search and search but sobriety is not,
a place that breeds art,
I've tried and failed,
this life is too distracting,
too disheartening,
I need a little something, something,
just to get by,
just to take a trip,
spread my wings and fly,
surely you understand,
that life itself,
is not what's in demand,
I need the fog and haze,
the crisp clear breeze,
the purple sky,
and whispering wind,
a chill that makes me cringe,
oh the love,
the symphony's voice,
the sweet decibels,
glisten from the noise,
my ears are buzzing,
with what the edge has taken off,
and what the night,
has turned to dust...

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It's all me, it's all you, it's all true... w00 w00...

This post was edited by majic on Oct 22, 2005.

Nice poem. "Just a little to take the edge off..." to quote you. As one of my managers says: 'a little sumpin' sumpin'', though I think he is primarily referring to "getting laid". It is, by far, for me, more intoxicating than even my Yoga practice, and I intend to devote more time to it, as I have been recently doing along with other things...such as job hunting, knitting, cleaning, and just generally socializing away from the NAO.

It's nice to read other's poetry that puts a softer edge on the crap out there. You are making me think that the 'baby' isn't such a bad baby after all. The bathwater just stinks. Take care and hold down the fort while I am gone. I'll be back someday to read more.

If mountain goats like living at high elevations, why do none live in high rise apartment buildings?

When I take the "edge off" I can write. When I'm stuck in the 90mph world of shit then I am simply too distracted. I have to mellow myself out, I have to slow down and catch up to myself...

Whoever invented this sorry shit fast paced bullshit life should be taken out and shot... no beaten... no burned alive!