Not Busy Enough

Headaches and heartaches

Thinking makes my head ache

And feeling makes my heart ache

I wish I could stop doing both

I am running out of distractions

To keep me running from myself

I don’t want to face it

Because I know the outcome

And my future looks grim

It seems to me that everyone is busy

All of my friends

I don’t think I will ever be busy enough

At some point it all stops

Even for a mere second

And I feel it all

I will never be busy enough to keep my mind off of my mind

I Sit and Look Out

I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
oppression and shame,
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with
themselves, remorseful after deeds done,
I see in low life the mother misused by her children, dying,
neglected, gaunt, desperate,
I see the wife misused by her husband, I see the treacherous seducer
of young women,
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love attempted to be
hid, I see these sights on the earth,
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny, I see martyrs and
prisoners,
I observe a famine at sea, I observe the sailors casting lots who
shall be kill'd to preserve the lives of the rest,
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;


All these--all the meanness and agony without end I sitting look out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.

Hey There!

Hey there! I want to use my first blog post as an introduction/background to my page. I'll keep this short. I created this blog in order to help me find my voice. Some posts may be serious, some may be funny. I will write with feeling, or a lack of, and try to make sense of things that most likely will never make sense. I will offer you my thoughts and ideas on life-- you can take them as you wish. I only hope that I can understand and be understood. If I reach one person with this blog, it would be more than enough.

On a side note, don't expect a post every day…I will write as much as I can.