by Andie Anderson

Created on: September 12, 2008

Gone to the land of blah.

I call it the land of blah because that's what it feels like,

blah.

The place where I think about the past,

the losses,

The nothingness in between,

the anger

and why I feel the way I do.

The inproprieties

The bozo people

The phonies in life

The politicians and their mind syncs of collective crap

I am humbled by the dead

the quiet world of prayer

the people in between

and the b.s. that people believe in these days

The children hide in their homes

they don't play in the streets anymore

I hear the past calling my name

but I don't recognize the voices

my soul is empty

and sometimes it's too nebulous to know the rituals

of daily life

The laughing to ourselves that we think we know how to sanctify

ourselves with purity

the purity of nothingness

the blah of life

and the beginning of the circle we travel

our zen disciple

who is hiding somewheres

we judge lest we be judged

we obsess about feng sui

yet we hourde things believing we can take them with us

when we die

what a joke

the undertaker is humble but takes our money

we go out in boxes and urns

we take up space

we obsess about our futile bodies

a joke

but we are damn serious

I seek the Valhalla of my sojourn of life

and death

I seek to change myself and the world

a joke

I am amazed at the uncanny things that occur around me

in awe but then I'm bored eventually

What does it all mean

Am I in a cold fusion of peril

fighting inner forces and outer fears?

Come to me with answers

I pray for a grain of joy to take this blah away

A praying mantis grasps its prey

funny how it prays for a meal and causes death

Nature is ironic

Life isn't

Is this the way people feel when they've lost

their Job

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