The synecdochal meanderings of EdV
I have no idea, yet...
2012.04.11
2012.04.10
2010.05.04
A Quagmire of Craziness by EdV, 11/22/09
(This long poem was written during a very dark period personally for me this past winter. I truly thank God for His amazing grace which carried me through to see much better days. Some of the people referred to here are in a much better place now and some unfortunately are not...)
For my friends who are caught in -
A Quagmire of Craziness!
He’s mad at you and you’re mad at him,
and he’s mad at them,
and you’re all mad at me…
And the hate it just goes ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
Backstabbing and backbiting
gossip and rumors, lies and exaggerations.
Truths used as weapons,
like knives thrust into vital organs.
Confidences broken,
betrayals and alliances
that shift like dunes overnight.
And the hate it just goes ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
They say what brings foes together
is having a common enemy,
yours is also your own best friend -
the drugs you consume and worship,
lives literally running around them.
The gods you serve destroy you
and you hate me for saying it.
And the hate it just goes ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
Most will live and some will die.
You’ll look back if you’re still alive,
remembering the ones who were lost,
thinking of those who remain,
Some you will know, others you won’t care,
but the mistakes, regrets, and blame
will always be there to haunt you.
And the hate it just goes ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
As life move on so will others,
becoming cops and garbage men,
even lawyers and musicians.
Future doctors found in ditches,
dead, like the cures for cancer
they would have discovered instead.
Gifts blown away like so many brains.
And the hate it goes ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
Some will choose to fight and rise above,
others will quit and sink below.
Still more will remain much the same,
managing their drugs and their pain,
weekend warriors on coke and smoke.
All friends now, ‘till the supply ends
And the hate goes ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
He’s mad at you and you’re mad at him,
and he’s mad at them,
and you’re all mad at me…
But I see underneath it all.
There’s love and despair,
dreams and apathy,
all longing to just belong
yet some wanting to be left alone.
And friendship? Is it strong enough to survive?
The hate, it just goes ‘round and ‘round and ‘round…
EdV
11/22/09
2010.04.16
Lyin' Eyes...
Your body ever tell you how tired it is,
eyes droopin' & even hurting,
yet your mind is totally alert
and just screamin' in your head,
"No! I don't wanna' go to sleep yet!"?
EdV
04/16/10 2:39am
2010.03.26
2010.03.15
Notes Like Waves (a poem by EdV)
Notes like waves
they carry me,
transport me to another place.
A lone piano, an instrument
played by so many others,
yet this music is unmistakable.
Not a hyperbole -
to be another yet to write like him
would be sheer imitation.
When your name becomes
adjectival you have achieved,
you have created something new.
I’ve heard these notes,
been carried by their familiar
ebbs and flows since my youth.
My mood being languid
would find comfort,
even companionship within,
understanding. It seemed
strange and unfamiliar to others
yet a clear voice to my soul.
Repetition you hear?
I hear evolving subtleties
and culminating passion.
I hear my own heart,
my own voice,
the pain and the joy,
all at once.
I still hear his voice,
crystal clear…
it is Glass.
Ed Verbeke
03/15/10
Metamorphosis 2 http://www.youtube.com/wat
Etudes for Piano, Vol. 1 nos 1-10 selections streamed @http://www.philipglass.com
2010.03.08
"A surgeon is worth an army full of other men at cutting shafts out, dressing arrow wounds."
Homer, The Iliad
2010.03.05
A Window @ Bob Evans (a poem by EdV)
There's a tree outside the window,
with bright red berries on it
glistening in the sunshine.
I can't wait to go outside
to capture it with a picture,
so I decided to do it with words.
EdV 03/05/10
Alive Again! (a poem by EdV)
Alive Again!
I once was dead
or so I felt
but now I live.
The sun to melt
the snow is warm
upon my face.
Oh happy day
come fill this place...
EdV 03/04/10
(Written for my friend Eric, as he inspired me with his joyous comment re: this beautiful sunny day. thnx Eric! Your enthusiasm of life is contagious.)
