There I was, lying in a ditch. The circumference of my head, was enough to make egress impossible. I was however, unwilling and quite recalcitrant. My head also fought with frantic madness. My Galaxy expanded, my Manic phases were of the ‘Hyper Kind”.
But overall vigilance became larger and with that, more space to fill. Some began to wonder about my madness. My existential clutters being excised, but to no avail.
Remember, some of the kids have died since these this song came out. A friend lost two kids eight and nine years old, with in one year. Both cancer. The girl, who was nine years old, was telling a girl that this nine-year was picking out her ‘funeral dress (hers)’. This was a crushing loss.
Almost too much. As our own baby passed away, it compelled me to help alleviate suffering, as much as I ca From charity event, to prayers of encouragement and your donations.
We set up a wish for the kids. There are the tired and suffering families, who carry the anchors of melancholy. We pass by way too quickly and the for the innocents who some have forgotten. Lets not forget the wounded and lost families. I lost a newborn, who was only a couple of weeks old. The baby was the size of my hand. About 16oz. The loss of David, and the kidnapping of my daughter, can only make one stronger. Some say “how”It is also something to thank God for.
These biting nightmares can manifest itself in miracles. To see the faces of jaded lives is to see something that can at least, make a child’s face and those of the parents smile. Watching your dreams fade, is only a start.
My own Bi-Polar stuff and Epilepsy makes it hard to type, but I would gladly give my life to the lives of my children. Not even a second thought, with no regrets.
The sickness comes and goes. The aura of my perceptions, are as maddening as the seizures. To the professionals in white, there was an unknown etiology. So seizures became abstract, with my foot fast, on the pedal. One foot became jealous. The jerking of limbs, who some thought stress, others Epilepsy. But I know for a fact, that these particles are obscure and these issues, so-to-speak, hung around like the rings of Saturn.
As I found a weak spot, on that surface as cold as winter ice, tiny fractures become splintered. Like slow-motion eddies on an icy plane. I ran frantically, from pole to pole, hearing wicked refrains and blessings in harps.
I took a shying twig and watered it. An evolution of a kind. A proximal gestation, already born. The sickness in the minds of man, new manacles, prostrate and sneaky. I took a glance at the lights from the North. Far below the icy Temples, the deep blue seas and lights redux, came the billowing spray.
My exigencies became clear. The icy-fog relented, the potent oceans quelled. A tiny yellow bird, looked around expectantly, locking eyes with me. In a dance of reluctant stars, a new bird was softly touching down. With it’s muse-like appearance, it become a willing blue. Effervescing glows on those winged warriors, find and preparing safe places, among the dingy snow.
Floyd, Times Are Changin 