Gorgeous
There’s a huge tree outside my window –
What kind of tree?
I don’t know. I’m not a botanist. –
but I do know its green leaves
look absolutely gorgeous
against the blue sky
with its fluffy white clouds.
What color green?
What color blue?
I don’t know.
I’m pastel colorblind
and never tried to learn colors.
Light purple looks blue to me,
maroon often looks brown
in the right light
or is it in the wrong light?
I don’t know.
I know I lost a job with an outerwear company
because I mixed up several orders,
putting maroon coats with brown.
I know as a child, I colored skies light purple.
I know being unable to read numbers
on a couple of cards filled with colored dots
wasn’t enough to get me out of the draft
and I know that it looks gorgeous
outside my window.
There are some very pretty flowers
out there my girlfriend planted.
Don’t ask me what kind of flowers they are.
Frankly, I don’t know that either
and don’t really care.
I know they aren’t roses and
I know a rose by any other name
will smell as sweet and I know
that beauty is truth and truth, beauty.
I also know that real men don’t say gorgeous.
My son told me that in the wisdom of his youth.
I told him, “Real men say whatever they want.”
So what’s my point?
I’ve been told poems don’t have to have a point,
don’t have to mean. I’ve been told
poems should be difficult.
I don’t agree with any of it–
poems should mean; good poems can be easy. So –
what do I mean? What’s my point?
My point is
names of trees and flowers and colors
are just reference points, just words
poets use to show readers
what they mean, what they feel.
My point is
when every cell of your body is in tune with life,
as mine is now,
everything is gorgeous.
Yes, I said it son. It’s gorgeous.
My point is
your tree may be an elm and mine a beech,
your sky may be powder blue and mine baby blue,
your flowers may be daffodils and mums
while mine are tulips and daisies;
it’s still gorgeous and I want you to feel that.
I want you to feel gorgeous, as I do.
I want to give that feeling to you
and I don’t think I can.
-Jim Berkheiser-
From Pub Insult Awards
"we're all going to die, stupid; it's how you live that counts"
-polly filla
My lovely background wall was created for me by none other than the lovely, fortyninereasons, my dear friend Juls
"To make the individual uncomfortable, that is my task."
-Friedrich Nietzsche-
Q: "What do you think when you see a pretty girl walking down the street?"
A: "One side of me says, 'I'd like to talk to her, date her'. The other side of me says, 'I wonder how her head would look on a stick?"
--Edmund Kemper
in response to Kemper:
Everytime a man sees a woman he asks himself one question with only two possible answers, yes or no.
--Jim Berkheiser
"Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style."
-Charles Bukowski -
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!@above quote
-Me-
"Paranoia is just a kind of awareness, and awareness is just a form of love."
-Charles Manson-
Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.
-Tyler Durden~ Fight Club-
have i?
If I have let me be the first to publicly bare my arse in shame and suffering, really just roll me in oil and sit on my face for such an act of sheer betrayal. Let me see if I can erectify such a gaff.
apart from that let me lay warm breath upon the ticking of time and smile at the thought of your reading this ... you fuck xx
-boo-
"of a near fireball star,
inhaling the breaths
that recharge me,
to re-enter the 'stri-dance' ...
"
Again.
--runewalker--
C
*smoocheroooooo oo oo*
