*Breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeathe! Just Breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeathe, Lin!*
The truth is:
I don’t wanna become one of THEM… one of those people… one of those people who sigh. Those Sighing People I call them… those people who speak in only blue tones, who brood and cry in terminally sighing moans. Those people who sing only sad and melancholy songs… those people who exist in sobbing fits of solitude, whose only trick, kick or tic is a permanent facial grimace.
I don’t wanna become one of them. God, please don’t allow me to become one of those crying, hand-fixed-to-the-forehead, overly dramtic, habitually Sighing People!
I don’t wanna be one of those people who feel alone, even in crowded rooms; nor a friendless soul who’ll only move to those slow sad drums of their own. I know some people don’t trust in different drummers for fear those drummers will fuck with the funk of their beat.
But I don’t wanna become one of them.
I don’t wanna be one of people who drown in a pain… so deep… even strains of Coltrane (or Manilow) can’t release them from their Indigo Trains of Thought. I don’t need the tremulous coo of some woozy crooner to renew, redo, re-blue my Blues, when they’ve already been blown Blue enough.
I just don’t wanna become one of them.
I don’t wanna be breast-fed by Nina Simone, or mislead by Lady Day. I don’t wanna believe Joni Mitchell ever lied… even if that “Furry” cat really did 'play The Blues…' And though I love the Jazz and Blues idoms, I don’t want my Life to be a indigo-colored song that slides terminally from the reed of a dejected and sad-azz saxophone.
See, I don’t wanna be nor ever become one of Those People… those people who only speak and whine and brood and cry interminably. Don’t wanna be a member of that mind-numbing Cult of Terminally Sighing People…
So maybe today, maybe tonight, maybe if I try… I won’t be.
Instead, from the Beastly Jaws of Human Suffering, I'ma be the one who snatches the living HELL outta JOY!
One.
*repost
20 comments:
Oh, I am afraid I may have become one of THEM. Thank you for this post and a reminder to snatch joy. I wanted to leave a comment on your last post, but couldn't think of the words. I have read it quite a few times. Your writing is so moving and touches me very deeply.
Sigh;)
Wishing you so much joy coming your way that you will be dazzled by it:).
Thank you.
Ah dad...
I must confess that i'm in agreement with what Faith said above. I fear i've become one of them to some degree in my own life recently...I've been looking for that beautiful elusive drift of joy that would release me from this...this...whatever it is...anyways...perhaps i digress...
thank you for pennin exactly whats been tapdancing across the scuffed up floors of my mental.
as always...in some small, insignificant way I can breathe a bit after persuin' this read.
blessings to you.
One love
Ty
there will always be times when you can't help but be blue all the time, and the curves of your mouth seem to always point down. As long as there are still happy times, and that mouth doesn't freeze in that down position, then there is still hope.
Smile and the world smiles with you.
Is Hii-Ku your son? Cuz he sure sounded like you just now.
Anyway listen, dawg. You hit this one out the park. Done gone yard, mane.
Never. Never. NEVER! ... Become one of them.
You are not one of "those sighing people". See, you recognize them...you've given words to their existence...called them out. You are not one of them or even of them. You know what joy is and you live for it.
As I do.
Oh sure there will be days... mama said there will days...
There is a will...a determination in you to live a life of bliss...peace...joy...love. When you know something about love you can't go back to the mundane.
I don't know you...but I do.
this blog entry reminds me of SO many persons that I talk to on a daily...with your permission can I use this on my blog?
Hey Gate-Keeper,
I just tried to go to your page, but blogger stopped me, three times!
Yes, you have my permission to use this piece if you'd like. In fact, I'd be honored, as you have many more readers than me. *smiles*
SJ!
One.
Lin
And on the upside, I finally found your blog.
the pull towards being blue is
strong and seductive, it try my
best to fight this drowning and
feel that i usually succed, even
if my poems don't always agree.
excellent words you have written
and i needed to read each one.
YOU'VE BEEN SPLASHED!!! http://thegayte-keeper.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-splashed.html
"I don’t need the tremulous coo of some woozy crooner to renew, redo, re-blue my Blues, when they’ve already been blown Blue enough."
Luv this, luv it, luv it!-QH
strong lyrics!!..i definitely do no want to be one of those....
I can't imagine you ever being one of those people.
hey whats wrong with crying.....
...thinking about you
not trying to be your mama....
...just wondering how you are?
Post something or hit a Sister with an email lovebabz at gmail dot com
Um where are you mistah???
I was once one of the happy people. Seeing joy in everything. Last week I lost my wife and now I can't see the joy in life. All I see is the dark. Thank you for reminding me that there is light still out there.
T.
Thank you for your comment on my blog. I started following your blog today after reading your stuff. I am not a writer. I am not a poet. I'm just a man who Loves a woman with every once of my being. Knowing that my post touched someone helps the hurt a little. Feel free to stop by anytime.
I am one of those "sighing people", and you are right. You don't want to become one of us. v__v
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