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- Together but alone
(From The Woodsman’s Notebook)
Even together I am still alone the
life we share is cut from stone, but the way we talk
I’m still alone. I did not create the man I am, it
took fifty long years to know where I stand. The
life I led got me here today, but you don’t hear
what I have to say. You say your love for me is
honest and true and there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t
do for you. But bare with me a little make me
understand, just where in your life does this man
stand? When we talk or try to make a point the
subject voice rises as if kicked out of joint. I
know there are things and people who are close to
you, but I need to feel you close to me too. I know
you need friends and family and to bring me back
here I can’t hold back my anxiety. I wish I could
console you on every tear, your job your family your
every fear, but from where I stand it is not clear.
The things you need we try to get right away, but
the things I need wait for yet another day. I know
these things are not important to you, but yet to
settle my mind I must make do. It’s hard for you to
understand just what goes on in the mind of a
complicated man. Someday I hope you’ll see there are
many layers of life surrounding me. If you really
feel you love the man then you have to accept the
complications and just understand. For where we are
going and where we’ve been, just try and understand
me for more than a moment of time and again.
- The Woodsman
11/17/07
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So, you think you know me
(From The Woodsman’s Notebook)
How can you say that you know how
I feel when you haven’t been down my roads and
turns?
How can you say you are listening while you’re
mouth is telling me what I should do?
How do we keep going on this way thinking each
other is mad or upset?
When all we need is to go back in time to the
day when we first met.
You think my condition is caused by you but I
owned it right from the start.
You don’t understand my loneliness is not when
we’re just only apart.
I realize I may be confusing you with these
words that I may say.
But when you deal with depression and anxiety
the mind just races away.
So don’t try to climb above me with an attitude
and your wrath, rather just sit there very
quietly and together we’ll do the math.
How can you say you know me when you haven’t got
a clue?
How can you say you understand me, when this
shadow life has not happened to you?
A day goes by in shutter of one’s eye you see it
every day, and you know that it’s real.
But no one can see the man inside, like a head
of lettuce, each leaf you must carefully peal.
But cannot describe yourself as a head of
lettuce for people will laugh and sneer, so you
keep it all tucked in your mind’s eye, safely in
the rear.
The Woodsman
12/31/07
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