Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Being Alone

It has occurred to me that one of the biggest causes of depression is loneliness. Now I do not know if this is a fact, but I do know that being lonely is depressing, it's gotta be, I mean look at all the songs like this one about it: (words & music by Roy Turk and Lou Handman)Are you lonesome tonight,Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day When I kissed you and called you sweetheart? Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight? I wonder if you're lonesome tonight You know someone said that the worlds a stage And each must play a part.Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange And why Ill never know.Honey, you lied when you said you loved me And I had no cause to doubt you.But Id rather go on hearing your lies Than go on living without you.Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there With emptiness all around And if you wont come back to me Then make them bring the curtain down.Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
This particular song was made famous by Elvis Presley, but it says something about loneliness, something that rings a bell with all those out there who are alone.
It also occurs to me that even though weddings are supposed to be happy occasions, the people who are single might leave a little depressed. It would only be natural, as they came alone, and they see unknown years ahead alone. As I wrote in my book The Dance "a dance is never so lonely as when one goes alone", and this is true in the dance of life. I understand it only too well, as I am one of the loneliest people I know, for the aforementioned reason. Now I know that the religious folk will tell me that Christ is always with me so I needn't feel so lonely, but these individuals are usually married and thus have no idea what they are saying. A man, ( or woman ) needs someone they can touch, and see, and hold onto during the storms of life, even I need this, and people claim I am used to being alone. Loneliness is banished by love, love a corporeal being, not a deity, even in the good book it says " it is not good for man to be alone". If the bible says this it must be true, right?
The only real question is whom do I give my love to, ( not make love to ), for only the giving of love can dispel loneliness. But then I could be wrong, it is merely my opinion.

Sunday, April 27, 2008


For some years I worked in the protection industry, never did things get any better, only worse. Like many in my former line of work, I lost heart in what I was doing, and eventually left, but while I was out there standing in the breach I penned a few lines. Here are two more poems for your perusal:

The world lays dark
enshrouded by her silky veil
the snowy plains are a contrast stark
and winter ghosts visit from beyond the pale

I stand here on watch
as I have stood so often before
a sole sentinel against evil
and menace appears beyond a farthest shore
so I guard, by my commanders will

In camouflage are evil forces
appear not as foe, but friend
and God knows how deep the rot courses
it's the blade crossing your throat at the end

And I wonder, when will the sun rise
from the horizon do the rays creep
or is it my imagination, is it all lies
does my watch never end, can I never sleep

Battles fought, wars are won
peace a forgotten dream
or still like a moon beam
broken by waves on an ocean

No more, late in the night
do things unknown go bump
or falling, awake, with a thump
like from out the sky a kite

When a civilization falls
and civilian government fails
storms of ages sweep in gales
and breaks down societal walls

A doom foreseen, inevitable
fated, unavoidable, destiny
night falls darker than ebony
a Rover's life is considered stable

Barbarians in the walled city
soldiers on the walls
as the city falls
leave their post, spare no pity

Terror stalks the streets
when shadows fall
and nightmares do call
from the jaws of victory, snatched defeats

The city elders corrupted
like kings with no honor
the country is a goner
for gates opened by those corrupted
by treachery from within
when good is thought a sin

It is said that an author can only write well, about that which he knows, or sees. It truly is a shame that this is how I have seen the world, for if what I have seen is true, and not merely warped by my own point of view, then we are in deep trouble. It would seem that even level headed people can see things this way now, not merely the fanatics of a gone by age, ranting about the end being near.