Leave Me Be

I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite - only a sense of existence. - Thoreau

free but damned

damned but free

sand trapped in an hour glass

tide-less sea

jolly green giant hawking a can-less pea

much but nothing

nothing but much

a fallen tree branch is my crutch

this life doesn't play fair

so i strum a guitar made of thin air

with poisoned fingers

only the melody lingers

angels and demons the backup singers

let it wail

truth will never fail

walk on water

sink on earth

all you barren women in cold, lonely stables giving birth

boy or girl

stop trashing my world

claiming victory with your tattered flag half-unfurled

strip me naked

make me bleed

open the good book of a fallen creed

bend over, dig deep and plant a seed

smile at the wind

sign on the dotted line of no-rescind

climb aboard a stray cloud

look away so you're disavowed

take a seat way in the back

don't be too proud

doesn't matter, as long as it's good and loud

cry and wail

succeed but fail

young but old

old but young

a soul is never done

loud as loud can be

even harder some

crack the percussion of my ears

erase all of my lactating fears

as my life continues to shed lost years

take my possessions

steal my pride

tell the truth then turn and lie

feed me trash

pile the leftovers in a heap of ash

take your spent cigarettes and weed

your empty bottles and speed

leave the sperm of my essence alone

don't bother texting my phone

'cuz no one's home

blind me eyes to see

a sweet song holds the key

so just you leave me be

Author's Note

"To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity and trust." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"don't bother texting my phone
'cuz no one's home
blind me eyes to see
music holds the key
so just you leave me be"

[Pete]

yes sir ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

"take my possessions
steal my pride
tell the truth then turn and lie
feed me trash
pile the leftovers in a heap of ash"

[Pete]

indeed ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

A deep lacerating poem unfolding a story with addictions and liberations. The author is reclaiming lost territories and identities. Ending is powerful and freeing.
Awesome Pete.

[Pete]

thanks ever so much sami. i actually wrote this for different life problems i've experienced and for some people i've gotten to know over the last few years. i've personally never had an addiction problem but know some who do and i've gotten to know very well and are amazing people. no one says, "gee, i think i'll be an addict." - it just happens, creeping up and taking hold. i've had other life problems that i never in a million years expected. we're all one step from humility (which is why i mention pride and other losses). i've become very close friends with a few and am "there" for them no matter. life happens and we each deal with it in our own way. in my arrogance and ignorance, i used to be quick to rush to judgement. a serving of humble pie leaves one unexpected full of truth. true, loyal friends are "there" no matter. thank you ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! All true and well said. You are welcome. You have a friend in Al. for 👍