Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Uneven and Endless

Uneven and Endless – By Matthew Holtmeier

There are times of late,
When I feel myself weary of my current path,
And the road stretched before me seems,
Uneven and endless.

It isn’t so much that I’ve lost hope,
It’s more that I lack direction,
Movement for the sake of motion,
Is simply never fulfilling.

To stay this course means a lot of
Moaning, consoling and whining.
But, what choice do I have?

There are times of late,
When the only contentment I feel
Arises when I’m,
Whimsical, silly or silent.
But to remain so,
Is like is like drinking tea backwards,
Asinine and ultimately impossible.

I’d love to drop everything,
And start anew.
But there are no do-overs,
Only commitments and must-dos.

So, I suppose I will stay the course,
And muscle through these current trials,
With passionless momentum.
Gliding through the prime of my life,
On empty promises and may-have-beens.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Been a day

Disconnected, Discontent, Confused – By Matthew Holtmeier

There are times,
When all the kitties seem like hens
And all the marbles cubed

It’s times like this
I feel;

Disconnected…
Discontent…
Confused…

And then I remind myself
That we all have those days
And it’s not too unusual
To walk about so dazed.

There are times
When this comfort has its place
Days like this are far from few
I just thank the god’s that they have their place.

And, I start pondering anew.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Sophia

Longing for Sophia
by Matthew Holtmeier

I’d like to say I understand.
I’d like to say that I know it’s for the best.
But I don’t feel that way,
And I wonder how you can.

It’d like to lash out and complain
But my heart isn’t really into it.
It’s more of a sore spot now,
Simply leaving me hollow.

Perhaps there is some greater purpose,
Some room for growth.
But I don’t feel that way,
And I wonder how you can.

When we first crossed paths,
It was a time of rapid change.
Now the movement is stagnant,
And I find myself treading alone.

The world moves about me,
And I feel stuck and sliding.
I’d like to say I understand.
Perhaps there is a greater purpose…