F.i.in.e Moods

Only 'cause obsession

Has a firm grip on

Your dangling ankles.  It's a

Tug-of-war pulling you over.

You also know,

Without a doubt,

That some day,

Your end will come.

And it will be

In this way,

'Cause resistance

Won't work forever.

- an abusive sibling who appears wasn't able to break the cycle... 

Oh perish the thought

that such 'indiscretions'

should be brought up!

How 'cruel' to let him know

how much of an ass he

truly happens to be,

and has always been.

Oh the sense he makes of it

is uniquely his very own,

where no one can follow him.

The need for deflections

is stronger than desires for truth?

He'll get insulted by his victim,

believe they're not right, in there.

Oh this craziness

is enough to cut your breath;

even your legs from under you.

His victim made the antagonist

in a situation all of his making.

It's astoundingly disappointing

reasoning that's most surreal!

- expressions québécoises...

Allons, revenons à nos moutons.

Grimper dans les rideaux

N'aidera rien pour personne ; 

S'enfarger sur les fleurs du tapis

Non plus.  Alors, vaut mieux 

Rester calme pour pouvoir

Nous sortir de ce trou. 

Là serait la clef, je crois.

« revenons à nos moutons » is "let's get back to our sheep" translated literally.  What it means is let's get back to our affairs or the matter at hand.

« grimper dans les rideaux » is "climb the curtains" which means something along the lines of "hitting the roof", getting angry and agitated.

« s'enfarger sur les fleurs du tapis » is "tripping over the flowers [pattern] on the carpet" which means spending too much time on irrelevant or nonexistent minutiae.

« sortir de ce trou » is "getting out of this hole" which means the English same: problem.

« serait la clef » is "would be the key" which means in this context an initial solution.

Teetering between

The neutral,

To the lowest of

Levels, as usual.

So tired.

Of me.

Move along;

Nothing here.

Day in, day out

Every tomorrow

Is the same.

Repeat:  on.

So alone.

'Cause of me.

Fear has a

Chokehold.

Knowing has no

Power to make

Any of it quit. It

Stays the master.

So tired.

Of this.

Endless circle

Needs stopping.

- ;)

If there is such a thing

As reincarnation, then

My wish would be to

Come back to this life

As a loved, pampered,

Cat like these two... 

You've got to admit,

They do "looks like bliss"

And "what problems?"

Really well, don't they?

It began a few months ago,

and gradually, it became

more and more prevailant.

Now its depth is resounding...

You might have noticed it too.

With isolation came quietness,

from those around us, and online.

Isolation reacted to with more

Isolation.  This one: self-isolation. 

And it's getting worse as these

months progress in such uncertain

times.  Everyone is clearly weary.

Maybe we should try to not

impose more isolation on ourselves,

and keep talking to one another?

Alone in our thoughts for too long,

well, you don't need me to tell you

it isn't good for anyone's morale,

let alone anyone's psyche.  This

quietness does no one any favors.

What do you think? 

You see and feel it too, right?

Feels like we could be doing

something to diminish this void 

from settling further...

- diametrically opposed events of that day... 

On this day, early in the morning,

Is when my baby was ready to come

Into this world.  A little doubled

Over in contractions, I was sort of

Squatting next to the couch, looking

At the morning news, when appeared

Into view the first plane's crashing.

The announcers confused, speculating

An accident, but to my horrified eyes,

It looked way too precise for it to be true.

My thoughts began racing, my heart

Pumping, what world was my baby

Coming into?  What did it all mean?

And as time carried on, my labor

Obviously moving along, the second

Plane brought the removal of all

Doubt that the world had made a sudden

Shift.  I couldn't carry on following

The situation as I had to go to the

Hospital, but while there, I saw its effects.

On this day, you could feel that everyone

Around was mightily distracted, nervous,

Worried.  So distracted that, during my labor's

Progression, they managed to forget me.  When

They noticed, apologetic, they finally took care

Of my baby and I.  Luckily, my boy was born 

Without any complications - not too long after 

The second tower fell.  I know this 'cause radios were

On.  It was a most emotionally bizarre experience:

The happiest day barged into by violent retribution.

- quand le portrait présenté ne se détecte pas...

Peut-être qu'un jour,

et je l'espère,

j'arriverai à voir

ce que tu vois en moi...

rough translation...

- when the presented portrait is undetectable...

Maybe one day,

and I hope so,

I'll come to see

what you see in me...

Forget it.  I'm not

A writer - let alone

A poet!  Some think

When I say this, is

'Cause I'm being

Self-deprecating,

But that's not it. 

It's just a fact.

I don't know a thing

About writing...

It's done only

"By ear"; nothing

About knowledge

Being involved in

These lines I lay

Out on these pages.

So, to place me in

The same category

As those who know

What they're doing,

And have studied it

With a deep passion,

Just doesn't ring 

Anything right to me. 

That is all I mean.

The wish would be

To be able to say

That all is well,

And that I'm happy,

But, here we are,

Again, with everything

Plummeting out

Of control, it feels like.

As I reluctantly get

Pulled to where I don't

Want to be, I hang my

Head before you...