My ego is looking for your form,
While I struggle to see your essence.
My ego is looking for your form,
While I struggle to see your essence.
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Tagged attractions, beauty, conflict or maturity, ego, essence, form, gregswim, gregswimelar, judgements, love, St. Exupery, swimelar
He walked around the house
With a piece of cereal stuck to his chin.
His glasses were smeared with a cloudy substance,
And had a band-aid covering one of the nose rests.
His fly was half unzipped and part of his shirt tail
Was hanging out of his zipper.
He told us again and again of the basketball games
Played in the former theatre with columns.
A player had to avoid the columns as he ran down the court.
And could do anything to inflict harm on another player
As long as he used his non-ball playing arm.
We had to sit through his story
About tagging the guy out at home
And how they won the championship.
We thought there was something wrong with him.
But we discovered there was something wrong with us.
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Tagged aging, family, grandfathers, ignorance, old people, sophistication, values
Shell shock – WW I
Battle fatigue – WW II
Soldier’s heart — Korea
Got fucked up — Vietnam
Post traumatic stress disorder — Iraq
Post traumatic stress injury — Afghanistan
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Tagged Afghanistan, anti-war, battle fatigue, gregswimelar, Iraq, peace, post traumatic stress, PTS, shell shock, swimelar, the war disease, Vietnam, war, WW I, WW II
You can wait there as long as you want
But she ain’t coming.
You can pace back and forth.
But she ain’t coming.
You can look at your watch a million times,
But she ain’t coming.
You can try to reach her by phone,
But she won’t answer.
You can send a hundred text messages,
But your phone ain’t gonna chime.
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Tagged gregswim, poem, poetry, rejection, relationships, She Ain't Coming, swimelar, waiting