Eyes wide open… Reflections

Cody Bear

Cody Bear

Cody Bear is gone, but the questions remain…
In the darkest hours of the night, when sleep should prevail, without prejudice, without mercy, questions pour into my head.  I lie awake and I wonder…
Have I lived well enough to make many friends and fewer enemies?
Do I have the courage to cherish my friends and to vanquish my enemies?
Have I spread enough smiles?
Have I shared enough hugs?
Have I planted enough kisses?
Have I caused enough laughter to earn reciprocity?
Have I studied enough history?
Have I been engaged enough in current affairs?
Have I earned a degree in knowledge?
Is knowledge a benefit?
Is knowledge the revelation of truths, or is knowledge the realizations of falsehoods?
Have I learned from every victory and every folly?
If so, am I a benefactor; more important, am I a teacher?
Today, in this world that reports the past in real-time; in time to worry for our future?
I only see and images of life, albeit in real-time, can I relate?
Have I focused long enough on the anguished faces, I cannot truly see?
Have I listened hard enough to the desperate voices, I truly cannot hear?
Have I seen enough of their pain, I truly cannot feel?
Have I felt their hunger, I cannot feed?
Have I shared in their grief, I cannot quell?
Have I touched enough people? Has cuddling become a lost art?
If you learn my darkest secret, will you forgive me?
Will I forgive myself?
Did I stop smoking soon enough to live forever?
How much double churned ice cream is too much?
Will I die and when?
Will it be too soon!  Of course!
Would I fight for my life to the very end?
Out of fear?
Out of courage?
For you?
Will I let go?
Can I fall away?
Will you miss me if I’m gone?
Will you miss me when you are alone?
Will you miss me when you are among friends.
Will you still be laughing and smiling?
And for how long?  Don’t tell me.
My dog is asleep at my feet.
He has all the answers.
He won’t say, but I finally get it.
It’s not about me.
So now, I can close my eyes…

Shattered Glass

Pins and needles,
Are what you need.
Walking on the edge,
Stepping off the ledge.
Shattered glass,
Will only make you bleed.
Drugs are smiling,
When you should.
Pop those pills.
Swallow that pain.
Happiness kills.
What’s real remains.
The doctor going to make you,
Do what the doctor says,
The doctor’s going to take you,
Because of what you said.
Smile for the camera.
You’re going to make your bed.
Smile for the nurse.
Careful what you said.
The bad news,
The good news.
They can’t live,
If you’re dead.
Pins and needles,
Are what you need.
Walking on the edge,
Stepping off the ledge.
Shattered glass,
Will only make you bleed.

Me 09/14/2017

Rev. 10/08/2017

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