Vanderbrew

Quiet has it been here for a few months.
Busy have I been.
Busy with the house
Busy with work.
Busy with life.

Why is it coffee-time? Because coffee is the drink of choice. It’s where the caffeine grows.

What does this all mean?

The quiet is broken. Some words are coming. May they disjointed though be.

Now, sleep.

Old design was stale.
Wanted to try something new.
How do you like it?

Sandman’s grasping claws
Draw my heavy eyelids down
Time to join my dreams

seeds planted
underground
little stores
energy
for growing

roots extend
searching
for water
for nutrients
for space

tiny shoots
break the earth
reaching
for the sky

first leaves
unfold in pairs
turning faces
towards the sun

true leaves
appear
giving shape
to what
will come

He stumbled away from his life and awoke in another.
It wasn’t always like this.
He’d had direction, purpose, drive, once.
But now he had no rudder, to hold him to his course.

Some people will think that he could just stick it out.
If he just tried, he could hold steady.
They don’t understand.
He has no control.

He settles into a role.
It all goes so well.
He starts to have doubts.
It all goes to hell.

It’s not a path he’d have chosen.
If he was given a choice.
But it was thrust in his way.
And now it simply is.

But maybe he’s got it all wrong.
Maybe he has no choice.
Because he makes.
No choice.

The water in the stream.
Goes where it goes.
The fish in the stream.
Goes where it wants.

And now he must ask himself.
Is he water.
Or is he.
A fish.

Does everyone have a central place buried deep inside them - a simple, stolid creative core, bursting with thoughts, locked by normalcy held intact by day to day living suppressed, neglected, uncared for, unpracticed, hidden from the light of day where only breaking down the daily boundaries lets loose the lessons laying down there

or is it just me?

Sometimes it seems
That i’ve got the words
but I’m afraid
to let them out

Afraid of what
Others may think
Afraid of what
Others may say

Is it reasonable
Is it sensible
Is it holding
me back somehow?

Would it be better
to just not care
To just speak them out
And see what reaps?