December 5, 2003
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drunk stumbling for serendipity
Life boils down to choices. Tonight, I made just one. Split me down the line and you’ll see Jeckyl waving happy, Hyde fuming pissed and pulling hair.
I’m an ironman to refuse what winked.
Some things dangle ready, even asking for the taking. And you would and could but don’t. For a day it would be good. But you’ll only leave it half-eaten and battered inside places where even angels fear to tread. And you could roll your eyes here but really, I could but don’t. Two chairs were surrounded by envy, yolk and albumin laughing, flirting. But know that driving home, I’m not steadfast and sure. I slam the wheel and think sad thoughts for missed opportunities, however fleeting but toothsome they likely are. The wrong thing doesn’t last, the right person is worth your while. This would’ve been it: hurt things for the sake of tasting; bruise things for pretty sake… that’s what the fellas say I should do but I shook my head cooly.
I’ll shake my fist at my Maker and say, hey, I do the right thing. I did, even. But what, I expect a pat on the back? A cookie? Damnation. I’m not far from it, sure. But I’m not there either. Preachy sap isn’t for me but damn, damn, damn. That’s what He tells me.
We’re all capable of a whole lot of things. That’s a truth, magnificent and bitter.
Baptism (Ray Isaac)
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<wink>
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Here’s a good story from an old issue of the Atlantic.
click Matt11:28
Comments (14)
You. Are. Something. Rare.
Glad to have you back, m.a.!
AR
“We’re all capable of a whole lot of things. That’s a truth, magnificent and bitter.”
this. speaks to me. i was just thinking something along these lines earlier today.
thank you.
and, indeed… i am also glad to have you back.
your faithful reader,
eric
life is full of choices. there will always be more.
take care!
how the hell do you write like that? you bastard. you better call me tonight.
a lesson in self control and foresight. *pays close attention*
you are very good with words.
=)
you write with sap and core; good stuff
Truer words were never written. Sometimes doing the right thing just sucks, and you feel no tangible benefit (no cookie!). Trust me, that right person in your future will thank you for this choice, and it will seem so worth it then. But yeah, now it just sucks. Hang in there!
“wordsmith”
Many who could, would, so kudos to ya. You’ll get yer cookie in due time..and it will be sweeet.
well, what comes easily can also be forgotten easily…I think…and you’re right, I always thought it’d be harder to say yes than to say no.
How grand…it’s gratifying to see familiar–albeit unarticulated–emotions play themselves out with such mastery on paper (or the computer screen…): makes your blog a joy to read (so seldom updated, I must complain!).
I see people struggling to get out of that place where “angels fear to tread” but sometimes, I envy them for daring to go there in the first place…because without taking the first step, you can’t always be sure where you will end up.
Nice mix of stuff on your site. Thanks for the comment.
Hey you’re back! I love your page. Always look forward to some good writing and good art =)
Have a good day!
i vote for the cookie. more lasting than a pat on the back. and possibly less scary than damnation.