PHILOSOPHY OF HAPPINESS

 

 A THEORETICAL AND PRACTICAL EXAMINATION BY MARTIN JANELLO

SHINE KNOWING SHAME

PHILOSOPHICAL QUOTES & POEMS

 

IV. ENDS AND BEGINNINGS

 

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life is like toothpaste

after we step on it

’xcept that we may get some refills

 

 

 

nothing will be

like this again

welcoming or

regretting that

prefaces our happiness

 

 

 

you was this

she says

i agree with her grammar

more definitely gone like that

 

 

 

sometimes we only can blank

and go on

and baby it’s one of those days

can’t tell which one of us has won

both maybe in each our ways

but it’s goodbye to something

 

 

 

take me away from me someone

i’ll gladly go to stop the pain

 

 

 

he is an iser

she is a waser

how can a will be

arise from their union

 

 

 

being in love

is so overwhelming

she feels her life’s bearings

are coming unhinged

 

 

 

some cowards don’t dare

to walk away

they stay until time

will pass them

 

 

 

mostly i was

but how much i will be

is up to me

i hope

 

 

 

today i will restring

my old guitar

replacing tired oxidized wire

with shiny coiled pouncing fire

 

 

 

young god

she says

i was

i was

i was

 

 

 

i know i will get over you

it’s me getting over you

i can’t get over

 

 

 

my hearts are beating

in all of life

each birth each death

my renewal and killing

 

 

 

night moth i was

not being too bright

since turned away

you are not sun’s light

beat myself up for nothing

 

 

 

nature’s division

and convergence

available in us

 

 

 

she took off her shoes

and walked to the wild

i know she is here now

to hunt life with me

 

 

 

i don’t care i will always love you

even though you don’t want me to

run along and let me be love

hoping one day you will find it too

 

 

 

never mind that they are all gone

they were in reality never here

the one who will stay is yet to come

in time though so have another beer

 

 

 

she cannot wait for him anymore

clocks ticking muffled by silence

she wants to know

what she’s living for

his tight embrace seems like violence

 

 

 

it’s all artificial

she sadly said

go back to real fire

to bake real bread

 

 

 

no don’t stay

and emotions will show

the path to you more clearly

 

 

 

today i ran out

of all my rhyme

i had to get away

and had you know

the mood i’m in

nothing more to say

and no more wasting time

 

 

 

must i be

i’d rather not

without you

 

 

 

go on

she just won’t

 

 

 

change now after all

it’s possible still

if you will your being to it

 

 

 

she had me going

until i arrived

she had me dying

until i survived

 

 

 

water nails

clang on icy rails

at the shoreline promenade

where she stands pondering

joining the sea

 

 

 

we always have the choice

to be mournful over time lost

or eager about days to come

selecting will direct our life

 

 

 

colton is an odd name for a wife

but this is what she chose

for her new life

if she goes

 

 

 

the manner and tone

in which you say you

makes me expect

something ravishing new

 

 

 

tell me this craziness

will it end

when all i say do or don’t

seems to offend

you have no reason to judge me

 

 

 

he said he would die

without her with him

but she had given that

consideration

 

 

 

so many bemoan

they can’t stand their life

without being willing to change it

 

 

 

new morning hope

had left him lately

wounded by demons

he called upon daily

 

 

 

she questioned in strife

is this love yet

as if sitting back

for it to arrive

 

 

 

frequently people

who should be dead

are some of the ones

who seem most alive

 

 

 

at the end of our life

we should get courageous

instead of resigning ourselves

 

 

 

merging your beings

to make someone new

who brings out the best

and the worst in you

 

 

 

go away

why

because i must stay

and we will not ever

do well together

 

 

 

keep me going

or keep going

 

 

 

he danced heavily like a bear

until she stretched

his mind’s sinews to heaven

 

 

 

forgive that

yes move on

 

 

 

too much has not happened

for us to part or stay

 

 

 

she cannot stand to be with him

while she is lying down

trust has not taken that corner yet

since he came around

 

 

 

sometimes

when crossing paths with strangers

a voice inside begs

stop

love

don’t let go

 

 

 

she was some arbitrary stranger

who made me believe in destiny

 

 

 

last night i had just met you

with all prospects new

of what you could be

and not encountered your sad true

that you’re beginning to let me see

you say you don’t want to burden me

but what chance of love have i if i flee

 

 

 

be a flower

and butterflies

will return

 

 

 

to find peace

we must have open eyes

 

 

 

go on he said

i’ll sit here just listening

until you start work

on fulfilling your prayers

 

 

 

proclaiming the times

for talk and song over

she turned to me

with intention to act

 

 

 

you easily draw me

out of my shall

and give in

to whims of maybe

 

 

 

la rosée d’une fleur

renouvelle chaque matin

 

the dew of a flower

renews every morning

 

 

 

the advantage of being written off

is the chance to write our own story

 

 

 

what to do

when you can’t stand

at your station any longer

expecting a train

that may never come

 

 

 

those awful caterpillars

gnawing your heart

until it almost dies

one day become butterflies

filling it with

sun-warmed softly batting wings

 

 

 

often it’s tough

not to fade away

not to give up

when we know

pain will stay

and resisting

means hell to pay

still we hold on

to a fragile ray

 

 

 

boy who was tutored

to be parents’ martyr

while other children

played field and water

girl who was warned

not to soil her dress

finally run to create their own mess

 

 

 

What a world it would be if we all showed a little more of us - and found we are not alone wanting to dance in the moonlight.

 

 

 

courage always lives with fear

 

 

 

you told me your story

and i told you mine

continued together

at least for some time

 

 

 

mow down the flowers

delusioned you win

next year they’ll bloom again

 

 

 

i mourn losing touch

with you old friend

let us forget

we did not care

for a while

 

 

 

she felt like

her soulmate had died

or stopped looking

 

 

 

lovely flowed freely

when you cared

to join me

silently resting

on edge at deep waters

 

 

 

you know it’s in the midst of fights

that we must affirm we are loved

if we stay tight-lipped entire nights

slowly this light becomes snuffed

 

© 2013-2017 BY MARTIN JANELLO

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