The Contemplative Strangler: 2 Poems

'There is a contemplative in all of us,
    almost strangled
    but still alive,
    who craves quiet
    enjoyment of the now,
    and longs to touch
    the seamless
    garment of silence
    which
    makes whole'

    Alan P. Tory

I met my inner contemplative once
    between text messages
    and urgent meetings
    he urged me to slow down
    be silent
    wait
    he tempted me to leave
    my life of driven tasks
    and effective habits
    and ultimate succes
    so i strangled him until he fell
    and burried him beneath
    all the baggage i could heap
    of fear
    and doubt
    and insecurity
    and feeling much more focussed
    returned to work

    Kevin Hall

Comments

[roper]

hm. the second poem made me angry. but it speaks truth. so its a good angry.

i'm supposed to be studying right now, but i can't because my head is too full of thoughts. and because my roommate is a tool (besides the point).

my inner thinker won't let me focus on work, as it is calling me, loudly, to stop for a day and process at least some of the [expletive] i've been taking on my shoulders. alas.

i could be some much more productive if i stopped wrestling with life