There we were at the table for four,
My wife and two kids
Who could ask for more?
Except life wasn’t all,
That you would think
The waiter came round,
Saw I needed a drink
As his eyes met mine
Before anything said,
He acknowledged the madness
Running round my head
My wife is complaining I work too much,
She sees me an hour a night
But in the same breath she questions me
About summer vacation,
With our Business Class flight
My Daughter is texting her BFFL,
Not one word to me has she spoke
My son, fighting the Angry Birds,
Hyper, while sipping his third round of Coke
I am exhausted and just want to sleep
The stress of the day,
Flowing through my mind
I ask for the bill and pay my tab,
This Family’s mine
The drag of a cigarette deeper,
Than conversation at the bar
Propped up on stools of leather worn out
From days when people were alive and about
Obscured by the people adjacent to them,
Eyes steady and focused
On their cell phone
It is a pity this day, and not a wonder that,
So many claim to feel so alone
Texting words that lack
The warmth of a voice
The fingers, quickly press on
A satellite transport for human connection,
This silent technology
No longer the setting to close out your day
For a quick talk, a “How do you do”
Throw back a drink with a perfect stranger,
Have a smile, a laugh,
It all seems now taboo
“What’ll you have” were the only words
I recall hearing last night
“A glass of red” was all I spoke,
As I sat back to observe
This saddening plight
I happily came across a great site this week. It is thought provoking and something not to open at midnight if you’d like to sleep, I did and got way too engulfed. I’d like to thank Jack and his blog for that!
One of his themes was “Mindfulness”.
Mindfulness has certainly become a universal term, interestingly enough, without universal terminology.
I thought I knew what it meant to me, until once again was posed with the question when my thoughts and mind had quieted from the day.
What is “Mindfulness” to you? Is it living in the moment? Being as one with the nature around you? Finding peace or understanding? Knowing your next breath and move….
As writers, I think we DO target ourselves in to the moment while we write, a part of mindfulness perhaps?
I’m not sure, but would loved to hear your take on it.
Have a beautiful, mindfull weekend, my Friends
Jacks original post can be found here
My thoughts dry up faster than the ink on the paper
Do I blame the pen?
I missed the wind when I cast my sail too late
Do I blame the wind?
The world is in turmoil
Do I blame one Man?
Just how weak we are when we use blame as a tool
Judgment, critique, a pedestal for fools
Who have never composed, sailed on a lake
Or ruled a Country, for Heaven’s sake
Trial and error with lessons learned
Is all we should seek, all we should yearn
Pride in attempts to perfect our plan
Because we can’t blame the pen, wind or the Man
For our empty heads or a changing wind,
A clash of politics or religious sins
I had a very bad experience this weekend that left me highly questioning the placement of blame in the world we live in. Hence, this thought was born. If we could replace blame with hope, perhaps once we could see a better day? Wishing you all a bit of the beauty and love out there this week.
Daunted by the wind
She is not,
Comfort in opposition
In which she can rise
Unlike the Man
The bird of nature
Fixated on the mission
Of her flight
Strategy of thought
Keeps her alive,
Obstructed by adversity
The bird surely will die
Embrace the elements of the wind
As life mishap unfolds
Live life as the Bird in the sky
Daring to be bold
Tired of the stress, the lies and life of no respect
Exhausted from the daily chores and goals I have not met
Finished with a life where feelings are not heard
Done with finding good in all and looking so absurd
Superficial life seems to be trending anyway
Superficial life and emotions locked away
I may jump in and try it ‘cause it may be worth a shot
To leave the stress, lies and disrespect, become just what I’m not.
I’ll join in on the movement of decrepit human kind
I’ll go trade in my morals for whatever I can find
I’ll walk you fast in circles, spin your head all around
Never glancing back to care if you’ve fallen or you’re down
This should protect my heart now from the pain of everyday
My soul is so far damaged does it matter anyway?