It is a real shame, this crazy old worldgetting so bad and not seeing it.It has got to be soon that it changes its styleand starts doing more than a little bit.I mean, people have got to start opening their eyesand really see what they have been doing!They might think it is only a game … Continue reading Ramblings #2: Jan McCartney
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The Knife By Jan McCartney
Suicidal tendencies grasp you in their hold The icy knife of terror gleams so steely cold. And yet, you wait, hoping that the answer might arrive at any time. But your mind is a blur of nothingness. It cannot even mime The riddle’s answer. So you wait a little more Vacantly staring, straight ahead, trying … Continue reading The Knife By Jan McCartney
Conversation Between Strangers By Jan McCartney
Excuse me, do you have any time? No, I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry. Could you listen but a minute? No, I’ve got my own damn worry. But, will you stop for just awhile? I’m afraid that I’ll be late. Well, you see, my life is on the line! Well, that is your own fate! … Continue reading Conversation Between Strangers By Jan McCartney
A Life: By Jan McCartney
Old man with wrinkled brow tell me what you’re thinking now… I think of memories, turned now to dust and golden times, covered now with rust. I think of rivers running clear and a lovely wife who was so dear. Of family sounds and laughter, too and a tiny home, round which ivy grew. Of … Continue reading A Life: By Jan McCartney
An Answer: Jan McCartney
Always searching, just ahead lies the answer, never said. Like the shadow on the mirror, we sense it there but can never quite pull it (in its entirety) from its lair. And so, we try to compensate (with the little we perceive) wondering always, in our minds, a tapestry of time it does weave. Nothing … Continue reading An Answer: Jan McCartney
Untitled: Jan McCartney
For every flaming star that glows A love is born and swiftly grows. For every sun that fades out A love finds trouble all about. For every tear a cloud doth shed Another love fades dead. And yet, for every mountain high A love is born that will not die. Oh so few! They linger … Continue reading Untitled: Jan McCartney
Crying Clouds: Jan McCartney
The rain still keeps on falling. It falls in a steady rush. It’s been three days, already. And the snow has turned to slush. Then a car races by in front of you And a waterfall subsides Leaving in its wake a drowned out rat That runs on home and hides. Smell of humid clothing … Continue reading Crying Clouds: Jan McCartney
A Thought: Jan McCartney
What is a thought that it wanders so invisibly through our hastening minds? If only we could but catch each and every one of them in a silken net of dreams that we might enfold them all even as we close our eyes to sleep.
An Answer: Jan McCartney
Always searching, just ahead lies the answer, never said. Like the shadow on the mirror, we sense it there but can never quite pull it (in its entirety) from its lair. And so, we try to compensate (with the little we perceive) wondering always, in our minds, a tapestry of time it does weave. Nothing … Continue reading An Answer: Jan McCartney
Rambling #3: Jan McCartney
When you get to crying and you feel low down And the sunlight’s fading and the grass is brown Don’t you know you just have to get down on your knees And pray to God that soon you might seize Your grasp on the lifeline that’s dangling there, That soon you might begin, once more, … Continue reading Rambling #3: Jan McCartney
