Escape

I was thinking about Hogan's tonight,

And the amazing and eccentric people..

Their footsteps grace the street, the dance floor.

Reflecting upon the different stages of life-

The different people I have been,

Oh, I miss the shows, the red benches

Bill Finch and his cut-off shirts, his fun hair.



Many a conversation I've had with new people,

Engaged stares across a somewhat hazy atmosphere...

Thinking to myself, who is that? He has something to say,

And I have ears to hear.

I learned much about myself in that place..

And about human nature, all with clarity.

Hogan's has a place in my heart.

It is a venue for few folks in the valley who,

Embrace the arts, those desirous of "larger waters"

But, for now, Hogan's allows for perhaps an escape..

A feeling of the city..

And then, I walk ouside and I smell the mill.

God Bless Hogan's... a taste of the city inside,

And the reality of the small town outside.

A Lost Friend

Those who read will probably be able to figure out who the "lost friend" is...if not, send your guesses my way!

So many years we have spent together,
Crossing fences through stormy weather.
You've guided me when I have lost my way,
For you are there near me even when I lay.
When all alone, I always enjoy your company..
Making sense and issuing connections,
Sharing your creativity and reminding me of appointments---
Brilliant ideas, an endless wonder,
Heart and soul so entwined with others.
A pleasant greeting from dawn to dusk,
Reminds me of cherised minutes--
Times when every breath, every sigh,
Any action of the day, preserved with a delicious beauty.
Never alone or empty, you were always with me.
A mother's wisdom perhaps easing emptiness..
An emptiness which sucked me dry, left me bottomless,
Naked with destitution.
The fear of oneself, the absence of your life..
The thrill of your gifts, the joy enflaming every extremity.
All was gone, a slave to the wind, a broken body.
O where have you escaped?
Too imprisoned with life, I miss your company.
Originator of brilliance and innovation,
An instrument of wealth..
Powerful radiance invading death's hold.
An umbrella from the rain, a shelter from the storm.
Your depth and wonder so missed--
Prayers lifted to the heavens, embodied with hope.
Please come back to me and fill this hole.


Ok, I'll let you know. I was in a depressive phase of bipolar, and i was feeling as if I had lost my mind, which is "the lost friend."