Still in da funk...but getting better

7 straight days of rain,
had to delete my current posting
because of technical problems,
feel like shit-
but I think
I'm getting better,
had to up my meds.

da funk

Oh no,
I'm in da funk
again.

I feel my life

has become

a pathetic parody to which I am only a

minor
participant.

orchestrated by

...others

and I'm not right.

I AM BEYOND HELP.

"AARRGG!" I scream out loud

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The children turn away

from the TV

and look toward

their mother

as if to ask

with unspoken words:

What is the matter with Daddy?

She puts down

her magazine and

turns to me

in concerned exasperation

(as if thinking, here we go again)

and asks:

"Honey, what is the matter with you now?

Is everything all right?"

Her voice vibrates in

my skull like

a steel balls

downward spiral

in a

metal funnel.

..........................................................................................................................................................................

I think;

"No,

I am not all right..."

I am angry...

I am shackled

by my own

aspirations;

and sometimes I loose it,

have lost it,

too easy,

my rant. (Blogger talk)

Sob;

Anyway,

I tell her;

I don't feel like talking anymore.

I am bored with the sound

of my own voice

and am going

to bed.

Idiom in fatuation

Neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring.

.

I am enthralled,

and she has captivated me

completely.

*

And I am as weak as a kitten.

But I will rise

to the occasion,

and I will be on

the up and up.

Like nobody's business.

................************.............

She comes to me

.

.

on the wings of an angel.

Reveals herself through

the drunken haze

of a dream.

That suggests
to me that
things

aren't what

they seem.

..................
Neither hide

nor hair,

and
like a hen on

hot griddle &
mad as a
hatter.

But, there's more to it
than meets the eye.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Do we see eye to eye?

Do I place her on a pedestal?

Or do I fly in the face

of love?
. .

I do think
she is one
in a million.
so for all intents
and purposes,
I will stay
for I do know
my own mind
and boast
of willpower.

...and I stay
because she
is
a mystery to me.

Poly doesn't wear Prada.

It's as if
what you wear
defines
who you are.

While

the whole world

is a stage

and you are

the actor

on your debut.

*

*

Stepping out

of the shadows

in designer clothes

and trendy jewelry.

* * * * * * * ^
Are you influenced

by the hype around you?

Do you make

a big splash,

a fashion sense statement

like a red carpet mannequin?

In a world gone

fashion crazy.

Are you influenced by

the multicultural

glamour designing

gurus and image makers?

...and do you care?