JOATMON

Is your commitment weak?

Have you chosen a path in your life?  Something you claim to believe in?

I see many people who claim to believe in something, but their commitment is weak.  Let me give you an example.

In vegetarianism, there are two basic central philosophies.  One is the group that believes that meat is unhealthy to eat.  The other is the group that believes that killing animals is wrong.

I am not going to discuss these philosophies.  I am just going to use one of them, the animal killing group, as an example of commitment.

I have met vegetarians that are against the killing of animals, who participate in the killing of animals in other ways.  They wear clothes made of leather.  They use other products based on animals.

So they follow a philosophy based off of an objection to the killing of animals, but in other ways promote the killing of animals.

Their commitment is weak.

It is my belief that people need to examine their beliefs.  Look at why.  Look at how.  Then apply them more completely in their lives.

I do not agree with every philosophy out there.  I just feel that if you have a philosophy, you need to integrate it into your life in all respects.

The limit I think is needed is when your particular philosophy has a direct effect on anyone else.  Anything less is just an example of hypocrisy.

YAUP

Here is a wish for peaceful dreams to float upon the reams of your mind. 
Volume to volume, page to page, may thoughts drift lightly, and erase aches of age.

YAUP

All that ever was my life,
did die one lovely day.
Now I am no longer whole.
        Ended was she with a knife,
        such a joyful, sunny May.
        Now I live like an old mole.
Why must I endure this strife,
listening to friends say
I am listless and so droll
        Oh why did they take my wife,
        her passing such a dread way
        to destroy me very soul.

Konrad

Wandering the World

Way the wonderful world.
An earthy man am I.
To go round by foot,
and an occasional sigh.

Well shod and footsore,
I tromp about the land.
Walking here to there
in dirt, mud, and sand.

A sturdy cloak for winter,
breezy tunic under sun.
Always right, my clothing.
That is how it's done.

As I walk I read.
As I walk I write.
Some call this crazy.
I must be a sight.

Walk slow and ponder.
Much thinking done.
Sometimes daydream,
and other mental fun.

Just call me wanderer,
as I walk along.
Perhaps sing this poem,
making me a song.

Konrad

YAUP

I feel lost in this world again.  My hopes are not very high.  I used to dream of castles, castles in the sky.  Now I am morose, and just a touch sad, for all the dreams I lost, the thoughts I never had.

YAUP

Friend, my having you to speak to, and intimately show my heart, I may feel miserable, and get the sadness out.  Let it wash through me in a terrible torrent, and go on.  Such is the vice of friendship, this terrible addiction.  To be one with another in such closeness, to express all, without regard, and even without the hindrance of marriage.  It is a grand and terrible thing.  Blessing and burden in one, to be a friend.  But such as it may be, the grandness of a true friend is much more powerful than the terribleness of a false one.  So here we are, searching this blue green jewel in the sky, searching for a friend.  And I am lucky, for I have one.

YAUP

Ah. And so sweet woman, who's eyes are weighed down with fatigue, we will be friends, fast and true, with the rest in the wind. All we know is a moment, a blink in the spectral eye. Nothing lasts in this universe, not you, not I. But what we share together, and pass between us two, will last forever, if just for me and you.

Konrad

YAUP

And the world spins with thoughts.  It is the driving force of my will that makes it turn.  We see with the minds eye all those things we wish, and don't, and thus we shape our own reality. 

Konrad

YAUP

With the morning fresh air, 
as the stately sun does rise, 
I sit here and wonder, 
about your beautiful eyes. 

Our hugs, not a feeble grasping,
or a crushing embrace,
we clasp each other firmly,
sharing a great moment.

Then a thought comes to me,
and my flesh does warm and glow,
because I am thinking 
of your lips and tender charms.

So I miss you this morning,
but not with a heavy heart.
I will see you soon enough
and we are not apart.

Konrad

Where'd dat come from?

Here I am, looking at some of my old poems, and thinking, "wow, how did I come up with that?"

Really, it baffles me at times how I seem to stumble into a chain of thoughts, cadence, or whatever.

There is no planning these things.  They just happen.

I'll keep posting these older works.  One day I may even have someone who reads them.

Herm.  I should probably make another category and organize things some more.

Konrad