Iron Link
I haven't been writing as often as I normally would for the past week or so. Partially because I've been quite busy and partially because my browsers refuse to cooperate with me. I need to get a new computer. I can't seem to get my laptop straightened out.
But... I finally got FireFox working enough to make a post this evening...
I'm still having trouble sleeping every other night it seems. No night light... not my bed... too much thinking. Yes, I'm sleeping in someone else's bed, but not with that someone in it. If I get that lucky, I'll let you know. LOL!
Well, I've been thinking a lot on the subconscious level as I go about my daily routine of work and etc. The thoughts come and go and they play back at night like a broken record... or shall I say DVD for our younger readers. These thoughts are eating at me from the inside out. A little piece dies along the way, but gets reborn a bit stronger. However, a patchwork body is fragile; it can crumb from a pin wound. That's how I feel. That's how I've been feeling for quite some time. It is sort of like the game show "The Weakest Link", but it's just that each link is iron strong, but the latch and hook between them are rusted away. Have you ever felt that way before? It really isn't pleasant. You appear strong, but it's all an illusion. You feel strong, but you know you can break away easily.
Perhaps that's how we are all built and I'm no different? I never asked this of anyone, so, I can't say for sure. But, what about those times where someone starts tearing or stuttering when he/she starts talking about something emotional? Do they live in a patchwork body too?
Iron Link
A thousand links
A thousand men strong
Complete and whole
This can't be wrong
Each rusted link
Replaced in time
Withstanding weather
Beauty with shine
Perfect structure
Forged with will
Heavy and solid
Cold and still
The chain seemingly
Pulls a thousand tons
When hooked to life
It pulls none
With time
The links are no more
Back to nature
As powdered iron ore
Blown in the wind
Stepped on as dust
Once almighty
Now just crust
Never can be gathered
Never whole or new
Nature just decided
Gone when the wind blew...
Life is a chain of events
Held in succession
Once broken
Dreams - as a concession!
-- Sparkyx, 11/05/2007 11:11pm
Wow... all that just came out in one sitting... so... yes, life is a chain of events held in succession... once it's broken, dreams are our concession.
But... I finally got FireFox working enough to make a post this evening...
I'm still having trouble sleeping every other night it seems. No night light... not my bed... too much thinking. Yes, I'm sleeping in someone else's bed, but not with that someone in it. If I get that lucky, I'll let you know. LOL!
Well, I've been thinking a lot on the subconscious level as I go about my daily routine of work and etc. The thoughts come and go and they play back at night like a broken record... or shall I say DVD for our younger readers. These thoughts are eating at me from the inside out. A little piece dies along the way, but gets reborn a bit stronger. However, a patchwork body is fragile; it can crumb from a pin wound. That's how I feel. That's how I've been feeling for quite some time. It is sort of like the game show "The Weakest Link", but it's just that each link is iron strong, but the latch and hook between them are rusted away. Have you ever felt that way before? It really isn't pleasant. You appear strong, but it's all an illusion. You feel strong, but you know you can break away easily.
Perhaps that's how we are all built and I'm no different? I never asked this of anyone, so, I can't say for sure. But, what about those times where someone starts tearing or stuttering when he/she starts talking about something emotional? Do they live in a patchwork body too?
Iron Link
A thousand links
A thousand men strong
Complete and whole
This can't be wrong
Each rusted link
Replaced in time
Withstanding weather
Beauty with shine
Perfect structure
Forged with will
Heavy and solid
Cold and still
The chain seemingly
Pulls a thousand tons
When hooked to life
It pulls none
With time
The links are no more
Back to nature
As powdered iron ore
Blown in the wind
Stepped on as dust
Once almighty
Now just crust
Never can be gathered
Never whole or new
Nature just decided
Gone when the wind blew...
Life is a chain of events
Held in succession
Once broken
Dreams - as a concession!
-- Sparkyx, 11/05/2007 11:11pm
Wow... all that just came out in one sitting... so... yes, life is a chain of events held in succession... once it's broken, dreams are our concession.
posted by Sparky X | 6:10 PM
8 Comments:
I am usually not crazy with the poems, and for the most part, I don't really understand them. But I'll have to say this one is an exception.
I'm sorry you haven't been sleeping well. Maybe you need to find a different nightly routine? Also, you are quite ambiguous in this entry but maybe it was intentional. Hasta Luego.
Hi Nuriko. Poems are usually quite personal in general. Most poems are up to the readers to freely interpret. I wrote "Iron Link" in a more general sense and in a way where people can relate to. I hope you will continue to read poems. I didn't like poems in school either; until I started writing them.
Hi Moocaltrain. Yeah, maybe I do need a different nightly routine... drink more wine before bedtime? LOL. I wasn't trying to be ambiguous in this entry. It's just that there are too many things on my mind and writing about them all will just be too much. I chose to end it with a poem because it expressed my inner feelings instead. :) Estudie mas. Escribeme cuando tienes mas tiempo. Cual es la fecha de hoy? Ah... es 7 de Noviembre... :)
Not sure what I'm more impressed by: your poem or the fact that I understood what you wrote in Spanish. Ha.
But seriously, you're not alone in feeling this way Sparky. I feel perfectly fine most of the time but I know all it takes is that "one little thing" to make me feel my world is crumbling apart.
Hope you find a solution to your sleeping problem soon.
LLR
Hey LLR... :) Let's hope you are more impressed with my poem than with my spanish.. lol... :)
Yes... I didn't think I was the only one feeling this way. But what is one to do? Most of us are educated in the sciences and arts, but none of us were prepared to live life free-style. I guess it's all part of the "you live and you learn" philosophy?
sigh... Dr. Stalker suggested Lunesta as a sleep aid... I think wine will just do fine for now. :)
Thanks LLR. :)
People should read this.
Hey Laqueta... thanks for your comment...! I didn't think that people would still be reading my old blog postings... :) Thanks for the motivation. I hope all is well. :)
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