Insomniac Rambling – Love and Greed

To be enough for someone in a world full of greed is everything.

No! Just, no!

I saw this on Instagram as a poem someone wrote (not sure who posted it, can’t find it again), and I just need to say no. No, this is wrong. So wrong you can’t make enough U-turns to make it right. Just wrong!

I can see someone attempting to make the argument that maybe they are talking about love. Love is selfless. Love is about giving your all and then some to allow the person you have the feelings for to flourish with you. Love is the opposite of greed, therefore, to have found someone who wants to give you all of themselves is a gift not to be squandered. I get it. I dig it. You’re on the right track, but the first sentence in this post does not capture the idea of unselfish love.

The first sentence goes wrong the moment it assumes you weren’t enough for someone, anyone, in this world. You are always enough! It’s just up to the other person to see it, to know your value as much as you know your own worth.

Next, I read this sentence to say that your measurement in a person’s life is in your control. Again, this is wrong. It ties into the first part, but let me dig a little deeper. Greed is a terrible affliction. Nothing is ever enough. So, to say that you should be able to measure up to that amount of endless wanting, to be able to compete with the constant yearning, and possibly be greater than the desire for more in someone else is completely out of your control. Not only do you have to selflessly give yourself over to the one you love, but they in kind must also forget all pretenses and expectations in a world of over consumption and gluttony and share their selfless love, too.

Finally, to say that finding someone who may hold you higher than all other wants and needs is everything is horribly cheap. I would never want someone who wants me more than some goal or objective they may be trying to obtain. One day, those things they once ignored may suddenly float higher than your pedastool, and then your everything is now your barely something. Only when love holds it’s own category, it’s on permanent residence in two people’s lives will that love be everything.

Go to bed, Lindsay. I know. 🙂

Selfish, a poem

I once wondered what it would be like to be you,

To travel the roads you have taken,

To have seen the world through your eyes.

I once considered what life meant to you,

In your endless adventures,

And your wild child ways.

I once thought how different you may be

If you saw it through my eyes,

But then you would have to be selfless,

And I’m not sure it is in you.

Chasing the sun

I’ve chased the sun from one end of the world to the next.

I’ve skipped time over the varying parts of the world.

Does it make me well versed?

Does it mean I am younger?

I’ve chased the sun on the horizon for so long.

I’ve chased the insatiable need for a new day everyday.

I’ve forgotten the millions of stars which light the night.

I’ve forgotten the possibility of uncertainty in darkness.

I’ve chased the sun for so many years, I’ve forgotten the serenity of twilight.

Dreams of Pirates

Remember my dear,

As the time draws near,

To look to the horizon,

Farther than what you can set your eyes on

And whisper me a prayer

Of a gentle breeze in my hair

And a life full of adventure,

Even though I wish not to venture

Any further from home

Than my mind already roams.

Remember my love,

As the night taints the dove,

No matter how dark or how frail,

My admiration for you will never fail

Or falter under the weight of the stars

Because as I think of you, I have only these bars

Of magic and dreams

Far greater than they seem

To keep me warm as I travel,

Ever destined to unravel,

Except when I think of you.

Watching too many darn pirate shows. Better than reading about the Great Depression I guess. My dreams to that end are becoming a bit destitute. Although, the one last night was very intriguing, and I actually remembered most of it! Possible storyline, definitely book worthy material, but alas, my current project has hit over 80k words, and I still don’t think it’ll be finished before the end of the summer. We’ll see. Maybe throw in a pirate novel should I dream of any interesting ideas. When is bedtime again?

When the Muse Calls

Tell me a story,

And I’ll read you a line

From the most divine

Poetry book.

Sing me a song,

And I’ll bring to you

A chorus of angels for

Your melody.

But follow me

As I show you the world,

And I’ll promise you

Forever.

When the muse strikes. I’m not much of a poetry writer, but sometimes the mood is right and the words flow easily. It’s funny what our muses convince us we do well, but I find I become even more stricken with a block if I try to ignore them. Best to just let it flow, my friends.

So words to the wise: don’t fight it. Just let it happen. You may be surprised with the outcome.

Have a great week all!

Bedtime Sonnets

​My mind is feeling a little foggy with different words and POVs. I don’t think these are really meant to be one flowing poem, but that’s the way they flew out. When the muse knocks..

If you can act like you don’t see me
Then was I ever really there?
If you can pretend to forget about me
Then was I ever really a memory?
If you can replace me with someone new
Then was I ever really near you?

Life moves on
As the earth spins,
And I used to think
It spun around you,
But now you’re gone,
and I feel alone.
What will I do?

If I can’t act like I don’t see you
Then I know you still exist.
If I can’t pretend to forget you
Then I’ll live with your memory.
If I can’t replace you with someone new
Then I’ll hold what I have left of you close.

For every day you aren’t with me,
I miss you more and more.
For every day I miss you,
My heart splinters a little greater.
I hope one day I find you on a golden, sandy shore
Because that’s when I’ll show you what you mean to me.
That’s when I’ll prove you’re the one for me.

Listen close, my dearest.
Be sure to hear my words
Because one day they’ll be a whisper
You had once heard.
I know the secret of life
If you really want to know.
You have to have faith in others
Even if they let you down
Because only then will you understand
The treasure that can be found
From someone else’s perspective
That you never saw before.
Listen close, my darling, 
Come and gather round.
Repeat to me my ramblings,
So I know you understand.
This secret will keep you going
As you fumble through this life.
If nothing else, my sweetest,
Keep it safe and hold it tight.

Time for bed, I guess, now that my mind has dried out a bit. Sweet dreams!