December 2, 2012
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Confessions
I cry at the sound of ambient music
Like there is something bigger I am missing
Unable to focus
And only able to entertain
me brain
I hop from one source of enjoyment to the next
Thinking somehow this'll all end soon
I'll have to get off the ride and pay my twenty nine cents
While trying to counteract the crusshing weight of the day above
Comments (12)
Hi Nelson. As soon as we ask what's bigger, the universe provides an answer. It was right there waiting for you to hear/see/taste/be/let. This is what your confessions bring to mind.
I know that Atlas would welcome the help in shouldering the weight. Hope that crushing day is made lighter by additional hands and backs... Glad to see you posting again!!
ps - thanks for the recommendation!!
I cried the first time I heard a Beatles song in an elevator.
I feel exactly like this sometimes.... the mood, the collide of realities and responsibilities. Sometimes thinking too much. ... peace
Great poem Nelson. Really enjoy this.
I hear you.
You need to come to Florida to my wedding.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. - H.D. Thoreau; Walden
As evidenced by the commentary above me... you hit a nerve. And you hit one of my nerves. Ouch... but I'm glad you did.
I like this one very much. Very much. The first couple of lines are profound.
I cry at the sound of ambient music but I can engage in embarrassing sobbing during big band or movie trailer music.
I cry everytime I hear "Betcha By Golly Wow" by the Stylistics. Damn, it moves me. Oh, and I just sang it the other night at a karaoke bar, but, fortunately, I didn't cry!