This cannot be. This is not bearable. Wisdom tells us it is; Youth tells us otherwise.
A
HeartBreaking
Twisting wringing
Bitter tears
No end in sight--
Now he hears the line, Light at the end of the tunnel--
No light.
The tunnel is pain. and
endless
(If I cannot bear to live the remainder of this day
how will I survive a week a year
a life?
There is no mending
This heart
is Broken There is no remedy
What IS the stuff
the dynamic
that keeps you alive?
Why ARE you not dead?
How DOES the world keep turning?
The same stuff
that keeps
the sun from shutting down, keeps the cycle of rain and
time.
You were fooled ? How deeply
Fooled in that moment-
The very one meant to be life to you your soul,
Was Death.
Bitter Tears.
Saturated with bitter tears it takes not a whisper of wind, a simple word- a moment of life continuing to cause the overflow of bitter tears. what can you do with feelings that cannot be borne but bear them? How does this miracle of not dying of broken ness occur? How can day not be night?
here it comes
only a reflection
Line Break.
Day Break.
Join me.
And a Squirrel on a ledge.
click this one for sound:
While you watch this:
(as susan says, if i knew how to break the law
i would, and merge the two together.
and here is also Al Green's cover, if you
i would, and merge the two together.
and here is also Al Green's cover, if you
detest for some unfathomable reason the previous artists.
For my purposes today, i recommend
saving al for later in the day when you have a cocktail.
saving al for later in the day when you have a cocktail.
This morning there is serious empathizing and historical traveling to do.
(Actually, the AL Green song more parallel
to the emotion of How Can you Mend a Broken Heart is his version
of Aint it Funny how Time Slips Away, which does deeply capture
the absolute surpise, wonder, confusion, frustration
repressed
anger
repressed
anger
heartbroken sorrow, bitterness at
A) being left and
A) being left and
b) hearing yet again the words, "i will love you til the end of time" and not in referral to himself.
Squirrel on a Ledge 2010 click to enlarge
Hey.
Squirrels:
((BTW, HERE IS the second post ever to this blog, about one year ago. I was struck by the (serendipity and similarity) unplanned cycle repetition of the film and the squirrel.
The cycles we continue to move through are everywhere. The sun, the rain,
I can think of younger days when living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do.
I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow.
And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend a this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again.
I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees
And misty memories do days gone by
We could never see tomorrow, noone said a word about the sorrow.
And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again.
