Musings of a Messed Up Mind - 25. Will He Never Leave Me and Questions Without Answers

Awareness is half the battle... and you know your enemy, tim... very well. Keep up the good fight, my friend. And of course it's all worth it, and your scribbles mean much. Being able to touch people is a very special gift... much love, respect, and yes, faith, in you... Cheers... Gary xo

Your first - Will He Never Leave Me - is so very chilling; just the way you composed it, it almost dances with maniacal glee. But you won't be left alone by any of us, either. That little voice cannot dance away love, in my opinion.

Questions Without Answers affected me, too. You ask questions that occur to me regularly. I have to think affirmatively, but the need to ask, the need to consider and think things through is human.

I agree with Gary that your poetry is a gift, not just to lucky us, but to anyone who reads it. And I think that your questions are especially important, because we all have to work out our own answers, if answers exist. It's not mathematical, after all.

Thank you for the preface ...
Now to that damnable voice ... Shut-up you bastard, tim is ours now and you can't have him. As Parker says those words just dance with awful glee. And Gary reminds you that you know your enemy and that means when he slips up from the the filth and slime of an undeserved past you can send him packing.
Of course your words matter and make a difference though I suspect there's never been an author who didn't ponder that every same thing. Questions are one of the earliest and most important part of being human as any parent of a toddler can tell you. When you stop asking them you stop living. As to faith. Yeah for me it's important, though I dispute that it is believing in something I can't see. I see God in you, and saw him in the innocent face of my newborn son, and in the movement of the clouds in the sky, and the changing seasons, in my mother's tears as she mourns my stepdad. For me God is not distant but rather as near as the next breath I take ... Thank you for the gift of your words. Namaste little brother.

On 10/14/2016 02:01 AM, Headstall said:

Awareness is half the battle... and you know your enemy, tim... very well. Keep up the good fight, my friend. And of course it's all worth it, and your scribbles mean much. Being able to touch people is a very special gift... much love, respect, and yes, faith, in you... Cheers... Gary xo

Thanks Gary... i appreciate your support. I dont think I could stop writing, i'm sure you know how that feels...

On 10/14/2016 07:36 AM, Valkyrie said:

Hard-hitting and gut-wrenching. I understand that voice all too well. I'm glad you included the preface. I imagine writing these is very cathartic for you. It makes those of us who care about you want to hug and hold you until that damn voice goes away.

Thanks Val, i don't think that voice will ever go away. But usually i can keep him where he's been banished to. But now and again he does what he wants.

On 10/14/2016 07:19 AM, dughlas said:

Thank you for the preface ...

Now to that damnable voice ... Shut-up you bastard, tim is ours now and you can't have him. As Parker says those words just dance with awful glee. And Gary reminds you that you know your enemy and that means when he slips up from the the filth and slime of an undeserved past you can send him packing.

Of course your words matter and make a difference though I suspect there's never been an author who didn't ponder that every same thing. Questions are one of the earliest and most important part of being human as any parent of a toddler can tell you. When you stop asking them you stop living. As to faith. Yeah for me it's important, though I dispute that it is believing in something I can't see. I see God in you, and saw him in the innocent face of my newborn son, and in the movement of the clouds in the sky, and the changing seasons, in my mother's tears as she mourns my stepdad. For me God is not distant but rather as near as the next breath I take ... Thank you for the gift of your words. Namaste little brother.

Sometimes i wish i could see the world as you do dugh, but i just dont. Sure i see beauty but a lot more of it, to me, isn't pretty at all. But I'm glad you do and I'm glad you write about it sometimes... tim xo

On 10/14/2016 03:07 AM, Parker Owens said:

Your first - Will He Never Leave Me - is so very chilling; just the way you composed it, it almost dances with maniacal glee. But you won't be left alone by any of us, either. That little voice cannot dance away love, in my opinion.

 

Questions Without Answers affected me, too. You ask questions that occur to me regularly. I have to think affirmatively, but the need to ask, the need to consider and think things through is human.

 

I agree with Gary that your poetry is a gift, not just to lucky us, but to anyone who reads it. And I think that your questions are especially important, because we all have to work out our own answers, if answers exist. It's not mathematical, after all.

Thanks Parker ... in my minds eye is an devilish thing this voice, he enjoys my suffering and helps it along all he can. But not so often am i at his mercy anymore. I'm sure you're right too that we all ask these questions sometimes.. thanks for reading and your comments.. much appreciated .. tim xox

These two pieces affected me in a way that I can't explain.
I don't think I have the words.
Please know that I read them, they affected me, and I feel blessed that you are in this world.
Molly xoxo

Ah, that little man.
You described him so well; playing, toying, tormenting.
It makes me wonder if all these little men, one distributed to each of us, are brethren or all facets of the same undimensional being.
I enjoyed your Questions without Answers very much! I could relate to that one too.

Good stuff, tim!

On 10/15/2016 11:50 AM, mollyhousemouse said:

These two pieces affected me in a way that I can't explain.

I don't think I have the words.

Please know that I read them, they affected me, and I feel blessed that you are in this world.

Molly xoxo

Sorry ... pmd you but forgot to come back here. Thanks molly, for reading these. Hope you're ok.

tim xo

On 10/17/2016 03:24 PM, skinnydragon said:

Ah, that little man.

You described him so well; playing, toying, tormenting.

It makes me wonder if all these little men, one distributed to each of us, are brethren or all facets of the same undimensional being.

I enjoyed your Questions without Answers very much! I could relate to that one too.

 

Good stuff, tim!

Thanks skinny. I think I'm glad you can relate, but maybe not... not if you're little guy want you to hurt yourself. That's not a good thing.

Thanks for the review ... appreciate it.

tim xo