Reading some interesting things and having a few growing pains. They don't end til you die. First they're mental and then physical. lol Thanks for reading. This is more poetic than musical.

" Common Conversation "

A struggle of mental twists and bruises that are unavoidable.
Decisions that are mundane to some become small catastrophes.
I beat my head against the wall not wanting imperfect results.
A stab in the dark gets mulled over so much that the rough edges smooth.
The little nuances that can make life dip and rise flat-line
And the results cause neither joy nor pain.
A big fat nothing.

I see the words before me and hear the speech.
Will I blink and it disappear as just a bit of my imagination?
After all this time what will it bring?
Will I have any amount of strength or will it knock me done again?
It takes feelings to make things spread on a page
Whether it be hot, cold, or heart.
I'm always waiting for something
And sometimes it's already passed me by.

Surprised to find a name for lifelong feelings.
In learning so late of this in life I feel almost cheated
That I could have worked with myself more
And established a pattern to retrain what hampered me
From successes I see others finding, not with jealously for them,
But just growth on my own part.
Life is continued growth.
Death a new dimension.

My own development must be sturdy
And it cannot be from human source.
It must come from within and not of my own doing.
I've known me all my life and I know what I'm not.
Temperance and perseverence being two of my best friends,
But self-doubt plaguing me to inactivity sometimes.
And that, my friend, kills words.


BJH
10/25/2005

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...and leaves them trashed and unsaid in the gutters of uncertanity.

I must say, your general grasp of your language's possibilities is a reason in itself to come to this forum.
"Will they blink and disappear..." how often have one not encountered that feeling when trying to find the right words?
But you know, it's really never to late to find it out. After all, what more will we ever get than the time that is left?

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How poetically stated? And that was a rhetorical question. Thanks very much for the compliment, too. I'm especailly greatful since I used to only write for myself. I dont think I've mastered the language at all, but I try to get my moods and ideas across with the vocabulary I do know which is pretty simple.

My eldest son gave me a fortune from a cookie several months ago and I have it sitting here. It says "As soon as you feel too old to do a thing, do it." That was really odd for him to give me something like that, but a nice surprise and a bit of inspiration. Of course, that's sitting right by the "Sneaky Homunculus" Magic card with it's name scratched out and "Bob's Mom" written on it that has the quote " Keep watch only for giants and you'll be eaten by the ants." wally left that one laying around for me to find.

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Now, wasn't that nice? I do agree with him though. Or it. No, not your son, the fortune cookie. Or what was in him. It. The cookie that is.
Bleeding hell, how do I manage to project this into writing?

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Well, English would be nice. It's okay. I think I understand.

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Good shit
Kind of ironic you mention growing pains, I think that was brought up in our conversation over MSN last night but again, good stuff!

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Yeah, I remembered that and that's why I said they were both mental and physical. I didn't mention nosebleeds though.

Glad you liked it. Thanks for the comments.

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Hey add me to msn

Me and NHoE are Msn buddies already

This poem was another awesome one, you are an awesome writer.



Look I still give you positive feedback after that ^ brutal unleashment of ownage on my piece

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