If we could impart feelings to someone who didn’t talk, but merely listened….to our venting….not to help rid ourselves of them for they are an integral, recurring issue in our lives….but just listen to them….always being there, I suppose that would be living in a perfect world cause people require attention.
Oh well, I thought it was a good notion. Have a great day!
The Always Listener
If only you could be my friend
and talk to me each day,
and speak of things that clog your mind
the black, the white….the gray
in all those areas you usually fear
trapped deep within your heart
that cling and fester day to day
and hide down in the dark….
part of your soul that needs a voice
to give your heart a rest
and share with ease a piece of mind
and get it off your chest
yet fear not being harassed or judged
for thinking as you do
about what is normal in this life
according to your view.
That is what a friend can be
someone who listens for
a rant, a whine, a wish or groan
and be your swinging door
and hold you close and feel the warmth
in feelings of soul to soul….
the always listener who’s standing by
and keeps you in control.
copyright 2013 t. j. gargano
“That’s the Way It Is, Son”
“In my class, dad,” the young lad said,
“is a cultural mix of our world….
And each of my classmates is a thoroughbred
on a flag of all nations, unfurled.”
“We all get along,” he continued to say,
“though our differences, at times, may be great.
And yet in the news, the story they portray
is towards each other…. it’s all about hate.”
“That’s been the way,” he said to his son,
“from the beginning of time, as we know;
It’s a story that’s tragic and won’t be outdone
and will simply just be the status quo.”
“You must remember,” said the young man’s dad,
“that every person is a person like you;
some in situations not good… and that is sad
for many ‘friends’ …it’s tough getting through.”
“I use to have a pen pal,” said the boy, “who I met
when the teacher handed out a list of names
we could write to in the world and who I never did forget;
whose fun was getting water while mine was getting games.”
“That’s the way it is, son,” the father said subdued.
“You’ll find so many ways that life’s unfair.
But government’s peoples….are people just like you
who love their families with hearts of love and care.”
© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano
This is a place for you to talk about anything that’s bothering you or exciting you in the ramblings of your mind.
It could be something you read or heard recently or something that has been on your mind a long time. It could be something important in the world or just important to you. Or you can just stop by and say ‘hello’ to a trusted stranger. I would like that.
Other than that, I will be here talking to myself or showing you things that interest me, I guess.
Respecting each other is the foremost guideline and rule, here, and a mutual guarding of the clean spirit.
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