That's a real good one, Jim. I read it three times and I still like it! :)
July 25, 2008 at 7:23 AM
My borrowed ambition pen: doodling, noodling, sketching,
trying to find what was lost
trying to arrange what is in disarry
trying to make sense of what doesn't make sense of
Like a mind of its own, it’s searching the shadows of my understanding, probing into my broken heart looking for the indestructible black box that holds the secrets to what went wrong
My borrowed ambition pen is travelling deep into outer space now, chasing comets of lost love, skirting the gravitational pulls of black hole disaster zones where nobody knows… knows what there is there and nobody can.
What is it learning? What does it know?
When it gets back to earth we’ll have a party to study the complete map of the emotional cosmos called me, and we’ll put big red danger ‘X’s on certain spots, and never never go there except by accident, or if we have to because of true love again
Only this time I’ll have a new, re-enforced space suit, and extra oxygen tanks and plenty of food, in case I get stranded for a long time, and probably a homing beacon so you can come rescue me, all you people who were at my universe party and warned me not to go there, but knew I would, because who can hold back where love and hearts are concerned, and who would want to anyway?
My borrowed ambition pen is like anti-kryptonite, boosting my strength to super human levels, and I’m using it to chop down forests of primal delusions where – by gum! – it’s still beating: this old heart, this old forgotten heart.
It looks like we got here in the nick of time, too, but it always feels like that, doesn’t it?
"My Borrowed Ambition Pen (May 4, 2003)"
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I often feel the same way....
That's a real good one, Jim.
I read it three times and I still like it! :)
July 25, 2008 at 7:23 AM