Put honey on a sting

[tectak]

It's possible to look at life far too seriously…
death, too; one follows from the other.
Sometimes the scream in the night is you.
You startle to find nothing
except heat in your creases and sweat in your cracks;
tachycardia reducing as you wake.
Night time is the worst time. Someone who thinks he's you
is doing all your thinking; but sooner than you'd like,
the Sandman draws you under to conjoin.
It's not a productive union because in your waking hours,
your thinking wanders like a man asleep;
you open up your mouth, to say how bad you feel
and the nightmare, nothingness, is a vacuum in your throat…
You do not choke, but you cannot hear your voice.
It will happen, sooner or later, to us all.
So you analyse your state of mind; the conclusion that you reach
will be whatever makes you happiest.
You see, it’s possible to look at life far too seriously,
for you can never tell
when life ended, or say when death began.

Tectak
(in joyous mode 2014)

[Leanne]

Such a cheerful thought, thanks for that. No wonder I'm awake far too early on my first day of holidays in I-don't-know-how-long -- obviously I was just hoping not to die.

I am, of course, always grateful for waking up with no foreign objects in my crevices.

[tectak]

Such a cheerful thought, thanks for that. No wonder I'm awake far too early on my first day of holidays in I-don't-know-how-long -- obviously I was just hoping not to die.

I am, of course, always grateful for waking up with no foreign objects in my crevices.

Yep...I've just watched an episode of that miserable bastard Morse...fuck me what an antidote to all things even remotely seratonin the old git is....then I thought...holy shit....is that me? Live long and prosper. V
Nah.
Best, Tom

[Leanne]

Old episode = reMorse

[tectak]

Old episode = reMorse

Foreign object in crevice? Innuendo...Italian suppository...surely not?

[Erthona]

Dead is dead.

Death often comes too soon,
when you are hale and hardy,
and still enjoy the party,
then he's someone to be feared.
Later on when strength is gone,
Death we then hold dear,
and whisper in his ear.
"Take me home."
We fear not the crevasse,
for Death is not so crass.

dae

[Thoughtjotter]

I often read before going to sleep, I guess we all do. Though it will sometime cause us to have a dream or nightmare along the same story line. Well, this afternoon I came in from working in the yard, grabbed a couple of beers and some cold pizza out of the fridge sat down and read your poem "Put honey on a sting". I got quite groggy after lunch and a poem, laid down and took a nap.
BIG Mistake, as I got deep into the zzzzz's,

'The Nightmares began'.
'as i was working in the yard i was stung by a yellow jacket. now i had read somewhere that rubbing honey on a bee sting will relieve the pain, and it did, but did you know that yellow jackets love honey better than their queen. when i went (i'm still nightmarring here) back outside to rake more leaves the yj's attacked by the thousands. I was stung so many times i went into a coma, right there and then or is it then and there, grammer and spelling is very impotent hear. I awoke then from my coma to find myself in a far away land, deep in the dungun of an anchant castle, my heart beating so hard the ground was shaking, at the moment i thought it from the adrenaline, but as it turned out, the shaking was from the heat of the knight in my crevass.

The moral of this brief comment: "never go to sleep with beer, pizza and poetry in your head and honey on your stinger"

[tectak]

I often read before going to sleep, I guess we all do. Though it will sometime cause us to have a dream or nightmare along the same story line. Well, this afternoon I came in from working in the yard, grabbed a couple of beers and some cold pizza out of the fridge sat down and read your poem "Put honey on a sting". I got quite groggy after lunch and a poem, laid down and took a nap.
BIG Mistake, as I got deep into the zzzzz's,

'The Nightmares began'.
'as i was working in the yard i was stung by a yellow jacket. now i had read somewhere that rubbing honey on a bee sting will relieve the pain, and it did, but did you know that yellow jackets love honey better than their queen. when i went (i'm still nightmarring here) back outside to rake more leaves the yj's attacked by the thousands. I was stung so many times i went into a coma, right there and then or is it then and there, grammer and spelling is very impotent hear. I awoke then from my coma to find myself in a far away land, deep in the dungun of an anchant castle, my heart beating so hard the ground was shaking, at the moment i thought it from the adrenaline, but as it turned out, the shaking was from the heat of the knight in my crevass.

The moral of this brief comment: "never go to sleep with beer, pizza and poetry in your head and honey on your stinger"

i am lust for wurds.
tectak