He likes how the music seems to loop

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Inspired by: The Gift of Life 
by Andrea L. Harris


(See: http://thepublicblogger.com/2013/08/31/the-prelude-to-the-right-to-life-introducing-andrea-l-harris-blunted-master-ent/)

He likes how the music seems to loop

As does the poem

Letting liars lie

Enjoying life.

The phrase

“How hard the fallen

Everything” came to him

Right after

“The wind blows…”

And “The Sun’ll come out tomorrow,”

Was another additive to the coffee.

Did you have to put the elderly in?

He’s already half-way

To the end of life

And the end doesn’t look promising.

He thinks the elderly would rather be dead.

Their bodies get so frail that

What their bodies must say to them

Is like a bad hangover coupled with a

Lack of memory,

“Which is good,” he says, “if you don’t want to remember,

“But being alive is remembering.”

He says, “Put that in your coffee.”

Do flowers really bloom?

He thinks they just come that way.

And what is “Love’s hate?”

Is that possible in a rhyme?

He means the whole idea and all,

“There’s nothing melodic.”

He doesn’t cry when a child is born.

He cries that he doesn’t want one.

He doesn’t want anything to do with the responsibility.

There’s a rub:

“Aren’t there enough?” he says.

“Free will?” he asks;

“Have you ever been to a supermarket like Whole Foods?”

If he has the money,

He always finds something.

He doesn’t know how you can look into your heart.

His stomach is too full.

It takes over his thoughts and

Certainly there is nothing in between.

He hears that men think about sex

Every 15 seconds.

“That’s pretty awesome,” he says.

“And women are always

“Complaining about men.

“Hey, if you can run the world

“While thinking about sex every

“15 seconds, and drinking beer,

“And watching football, then

“Men are pretty awesome,” he says.

“No, there is nothing deeper.” he says.

“And I can prove it,

“Sun notwithstanding,

“Or falling,

“Or racing across the sky

“As if it had an appointment.”

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A Paraphrase/Response to The Holistic Wayfarer’s poem “Disarmed the Sun,” posted Aug 9, 2013

My response to the poem

“disarmed the sun”

by The Holistic Wayfarer (See: http://aholisticjourney.wordpress.com/about/)

She must have breathed hard,
Red-shouldered
In the evening.
And you wonder about such women,
Who hope like this
As the rain fell for no good reason,
And the sun stared.
But, I wonder now as the decisive rain
Disarmed the sun, which grammatically
Stuttered, but did the rain not drench her
Or was it the sun, or did she smile both
Because of the disarming rain
And the staring sun?
By this image, I see no expectation,
But indulgence.
I see no men or women lovers
Or perhaps, a woman simply loves herself
In the in-between.
For beauty has a waiting list,
Which apparently
She is not conscious,
Or at least not interested.
May she always be free to choose
And not be burdened.