The moment you decide
to finally get it together
and do something
with your life
is the precise moment
in which something
seems to shift
and by shift I mean
not usually in the direction
you had decided to go
The engine block cracks
the shirt doesn’t fit
the boss calls you in
the creditors start speed dialing
and that mole on your back
suddenly doesn’t look so good
This seems to be a way
of truth
Just when you think
you’re taking control
these detours appear
forcing you onto
strange and dangerous
roads
with signs that read
“No Control Next 50 Miles”
and
“Uncertainty Ahead”
Keeping you aware
of the fact that
you will never
have it together
Not in this life
baby
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ABOUT THE WRITER...
Robert Bruce is one of the most read, linked, loved and reviled poets working on the web. He writes at KNIFE GUN PEN every Monday from Portland, Ore. Get more over at Twitter. If this did something to you or for you, go ahead and spread it around...
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Robert Bruce is one of the most read, linked, loved and reviled poets working on the web. He writes at KNIFE GUN PEN every Monday from Portland, Ore. Get more over at Twitter. If this did something to you or for you, go ahead and spread it around...
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You should send this out.
Not with an attitude like that you won’t! haha…nah, good one.
My experience with the shifts and challenges is they tend to put me back on track and a little farther down the road…even if not initially apparent.
I don’t assume to be in control of anything other than how, and with what feeling, I respond to any situation.
And that aint saying I have it together…
Ah, so many things to keep us aware of limitations eh? I think though it is a mind thing. The mind limits our ability to understand. It needs reason.
Thanks for the link Robert :) I like the compiler idea!
Preach, Bother!
Amen to that.
Uhhh… that was supposed to be “Brother.”
Don’t get all Freudian on me… :)
or you get hosed over by total disaster.
I am just now getting to some things I had intended to do in 2005.
Pretty much, yeah. (Mind you we’ve all met our share of self-righteous assholes who believe in a just world, but that’s neither here nor there.)
Good stuff!
I wish I could be in Oregon for “Works Works.” Awesome poem, man.
Specifically,
“The engine block cracks
the shirt doesn’t fit
the boss calls you in”
That is some great rhythm and powerful imagery. Those three lines make this poem for me. The more I look at them the more I like them. Thanks for sharing.
Tip of the hat to Brian for sending me here! (And loved your video ad for him, too.)
Ain’t that the truth!
Robert, thanks for subscribing to my blog. I have to warn you that I’m a complete hack. But you’ll figure that out soon enough.
For R.B.
http://writerspace.net/?p=699
Talking Show #28…pretty cool. Thanks again, Robert.
words of wisdom, too bad I’m 14 and already know everything. You should be seeing my dad in the next or past few days.
Keep it coming