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"Power lines, my travlin' partner on this ride. Dripping, pulling - up and down, in this sing song, their lullaby blends with the swaying train. I curl myself into this journey; folding myself up into this pocket of time. Old familiars greet me - that swing set in the back yard, the ruins of an old church covered in new birth and old - mixed with unremembered newness." Journal Entry, October 13, 2005~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~All words are copyrighted by GoGo on a Page/gogoroku.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

The Weirdest Night of My Life

Okay, poetry is a tempermental thing. I suck unless I feel it. I might be recanting on my intention to write it all summer, but you never know. I had a very good day and it is still not done. I thought I would come to the coffee shop, write a little then go home, but peeps have called me to go out once again for the evening, and you know what, I am going to do just that. I am done with school...for a week and I want to embrace fun! I don't want anything to do with alcohol, it being my least favorite "Thing to Do", but here I go to be at the bar with friends.

I am the most awkard person you will ever meet. I don't look like anyone else, I speak my mind, and don't wait to be spoken to. And yet, I have congress peoples's number in my phone, particularly tonight. This blows my mind...now if I can harness this power to change the parts of my life I need changed NOW, I would. That or world peace...but to be honest I'd use it for personal gain.

Okay, here is the poem. Its a first attempt and that is all I will say.

This was harder than I thought...

Let go of life worries,
Wrapped up in mental contemplations.
They are what holds back
Opportunity and chance.

In my day, I went to 3 bars
And drank water,
Leaving the self to be intoxicated
By laughter and conversation.

In my day, I finished the final final,
Leaving the task a little disappointed
That the relief felt like
Instant oatmeal.
It just doesn’t sustain you.

In my day, I confirmed my travels
Down route 9 to Grandma’s house…
For a movie and grave site visit next week –
She invited me to come and finally cry.

In my day, I met up with politicians
While drinking water,
Friends drunk, while I made business deals.
I now have 3 more people who I WILL IMPLEMENT
To get my agenda passed.

In my day, I laughed and sang and hugged
And talked and walked and breathed and
Listened and learned and above all else,
Embraced living without hesitation or Doubt that this is what I am doing

Its been a very werid day.


Now off to organize world peace.

3 Comments:

Blogger JourneyThroughLIfe said...

Hi Gogo!
Liked your poem! And I liked the first paragraph most of all. Really fits.
Your whole post has made me very curious about what it is that you do!
JTL
xxx

11:20 PM, May 03, 2006  
Anonymous krista said...

I loved you poem! I especially liked these parts:

Leaving the self to be intoxicated
By laughter and conversation. (so much better than being intoxicated by the alcohol)

I now have 3 more people who I WILL IMPLEMENT
To get my agenda passed.
(this is hilarious. As a fellow social worker, I totally GET this)

And this line:

learned and above all else.

A testament to the wonderufl perosn you are!


From your lazy creative exchange pal. I just havent found any good stuff to send your way yet for the collage...

7:13 AM, May 04, 2006  
Blogger paris parfait said...

If this is your first attempt, I'm impressed! Great work!

3:34 PM, May 04, 2006  

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