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Created for some of the more raw and painful aspects of growing up different. Sometimes angry, sometimes funny, always honest. Sometimes, the language is very harsh because pain is not gentle.

I am determined to chronicle all aspects of living with absolute candor and genuineness. It allows a connection with others at a deep soul level because they see that you understand their struggles when you reveal your own. If you are offended by cursing or expect the beauty you see on my other blog, Whisper Creek, then you may want to avoid this one. This is the very human side of me, the one God plainly sees. It is the part that God is healing. Let that be my witness.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Memories of Time Perception


Image by Time Love Memory

They say time heals all wounds
and time is tickin' away
but in my fu*ked up mind
its just one endless day.

The days turn into nights
but I just don't seem to move
its like I am stepin'
to my own weird groove.

I think real hard in my brain
last week and month to recall
but its only short images
I can't make sense of it all.

If it were a fantasy
I would make it all feel good
but instead its like a nightmare
in my own little neighborhood.

Now I know there's been good times
my heart remembers those
but they seem damn distant
reachin' for them on tiptoes.

Time perception is strange sometimes
when you want time to last
it goes by so suddenly
and quickly becomes your past.

Yet when you are in a dark place
its one long endless night
and you are awake to feel it all
and you struggle with all your might.

Now I may not recall yesterday
but I have hope for tomorrow
and whatever it takes to get there
from time I will beg, steal, cheat and borrow.


1 comment:

  1. That poem speaks the truth so loud and clear. I couldn't have described myself any better than that....

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