here's a poem from huevos rancheros, the personal website of the gristman who so often raids the tdcaa forum for opinions and commentary. Although his commentary often villifies prosecutors and law enforcement, with this poem we can see that grist has a human side, a vulnerable side, a side that is "ALONE".
Here's the art:
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Alone Nobody here The one person who wants to be with me cannot And I've driven everyone else away
Alone No job, no career, only words No shared goals, no workers' camaraderie The writer's task is solitary
Alone I've never accomplished anything But alone is how I accomplish everything So my achievements feel pyrrhic
Alone I wish I found more comfort in God I wish I were closer to my family I wish I knew better how to have friends
Alone The world is still a grand place, full of possibilities People are kind, fear is surmountable, hope is justified I don't believe that God is dead though he seems lost to the world
Alone My muscles contract and my back wrenches My mind seizes on itself, devoured by fear and self-doubt I cannot comfort myself, I can only be comforted, but I am
posted by Gritsforbreakfast at 2:47 PM | 1 comments
Really good poem-changed my life
Maybe not ready to be published just yet...Hey, do you know RTC?
Yeah, are they still having open mic night at Ruta Maya?
quote:Originally posted by JohnR: Maybe we should wonder why Greg is lurking over there? Heck, Greg seems to spend enough time lurking over there that maybe RTC is Greg's alter ego, and their exchanges just an internal dialogue . . .
Shudder to think! You don't know me well, but you know me better than that.
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