I seek for release

I seek for release from the problems that now require my attention

I truly desire release

I true desire an end to the problem

But I have no power

No magic spell

No secret potion

The ball is in some one else’s court

I loved them once

Or at least was in lust

I thought well mistakenly

That they felt the same

I thought a reasonable person

One who at least

Shared a common goal

What I fool I was

I believed

I trusted

I had faith in another

How dumb was that

I stand to lose nothing

Which matters

Except

My ability to trust

Nothing makes sense

Anymore

But the fact that I know

Or at least I hope someday it will

I really don’t care

What the “end game” might bring

I just wish that

The “end game” was now

I think that cats are the prefect animals

They do no work

They sleep

Purr

And eat

And yet so-called intelligent animals like me

Let them get away with it

Even care for them and love them

I would seek the place of quiet

I would seek the place of peace

My soul

My inner being

Would seek it gladly

If it only

Truly

Inherently

Knew where to look

I search for the silence

I search for the place of peace and

Quiet

My soul requires it

Demands it

Seeks it with every waking breath

But it is the one place

Despite my best efforts

I cannot find

I wander though the experience called life

I have no map

No real plan

No real understanding of the path I should take

I make my choices on the basis of

Whim

Chance

And sexual attraction

Life is a journey they say

But for me

Life is an endless

Series of choices

I don’t think that it matters

What you chose

As long

As your chose

It’s way too hot

It’s way too humid

It’s nut’s I know

But I’ll take

Cold

I mean sub-zero

Cold

Crazy wind chills

Over heat

Humidity

Sweat

And exhaustion

Any day

In

The

Week

Poetry

Probably not

But it’s

My blog

My definition

Live with

It

Or hit the dang “X”