What is loneliness, really?

You can be surrounded
by hundreds in the city
and still feel all alone.

By yourself be and yet
a sweet memory sustains you
When everyone is gone.

What defines that odd space
so empty yet so heavy
in the proverbial middle
of your being, of your soul?

What is the ellusive nature
of the hungry black hole
threatening to swallow
the very light of your core?

Quantum physics be damned!
One day you feel connected.
The next you are so lost.

The figments of my essence
of fickle fibers, they are made.
To have them be permanent
I haven’t found a way.

Yes, of them I am a puppet
forever I must run.

There and back; forever struggling,
to find and patch the gaps.

Perhaps one day, perhaps,
I will remain connected
I will remain attached.

And loneliness will be
but a thing of the past.

A kiss To Build The Dream On

Today, the Louis Armstrong Facebook page posted a link for one of my favourite Satchmo ballads.

It is not a secret that I love Louis Armstrong. Why, even one of my cats is named after him. As a Swing DJ, I have an extensive Armstrong collection. There’s an Armstrong song for pretty much about every situation in life. Happy songs, sad songs, playful songs, heartbreak songs, love songs, silly songs. Songs about food (his other passion), songs about the weather, songs about his home town.  You name it.

Beautiful Satchmo with his contagious smile.

Beautiful song too.

Who hasn’t dreamed of a kiss? Who hasn’t weaved romances when alone with their fancies? Louis knew the human condition very well. Continue reading

Pain, my old friend

Pain shoots through my every vein

Pain my old friend, my bane.

 

Of my body

each cell you saturate

and every fibre of my soul,

as well.

 

Wrecked vessel so shoddy

perfect companion for pain,

my body is.

 

And my soul, what of it?

Nothing but another channel

for my old friend to exist.

 

Frida Khalo’s La Columna Rota (The Broken Spine)

 

“I hope the exit is joyful — and I hope never to return — Frida”.