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(a nice one to read with the music video below playing in the background…per usual.)

another near miss
all the times you look
and almost crash right into
this talk of destruction
and you want me to lose myself
na-ah babe
you misjudged me

see i know love
and i’ve had it forever
and i love what’s inside
the imperfection around all of us

there’s a reason that i am
and everything i do
but i’ll sell you a line
maybe one or two
and you can use them
they’ll undo

another near miss
all the time we took
and almost fall right into
this talk of corruption
and you want me to lose myself
na-ah babe
you misjudged me

see i don’t fear love
and we’ve had it forever
and i love what’s inside
the imperfection in all of us

so i’ll hold up this mirror
and let you see everything i do
and maybe you’ll crack
just a line or two
and he’ll use them
they’ll undo

oh yes i understand
oh yes
take my hand
oh no
quicksand

see this is my heart
and did you ever ask
what’s not broken
pinball machine player
eager token

another near miss
your head in a book
and almost sunk right into
this talk of presumption
but i won’t lose myself
na-ah babe
you misjudged
you

“i have only love…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

my submission this week for #oneshotwednesday @onestoppoetry. happy anniversary to them!

life has a way of testing our convictions and it’s been toying with me quite a bit lately. this is the first time in a long time that i can recall fighting with depression in the spring & summer. usually it just hits me in the fall & winter and it hasn’t been that bad the last few years even in those seasons. i’ve used a light box nearly every morning for thirty minutes for the past six or seven years. that got me off all the depression meds and helped me to feel pretty energetic.

but this is different. it doesn’t have anything to do with chemical imbalance or circadian rhythms. it doesn’t have anything to do with the weather or the sunshine. this depression is striking me from somewhere deep & frightening.

when you look at everything we face on a daily basis it’s no surprise that we live in a world that runs on fear & gasoline. (i used to think it was sex & gasoline, but that was a different post altogether, from a different perspective.)

every institution from politics to entertainment to religion & the markets is laced with fear. and it reeks from the pores of those who subscribe & rely so heavily on such things.

i’ve tried to run away from that black hole and stay focused on love, enlightenment and truth. and yet we all must exist in this world. sure, i could abandon everything & everyone, flee to the rainforest and live with the “tree people.” but i’ve decided that would be selfish and only a temporary fix. so i’m going to stay right here and fight. i’ll fight this fear, this economy, all of it. with everything i write and everything i do. it might not be the way you’d do it, but it’s what i have. if you use what you’ve got, just maybe we’ll have a fighting chance.

depression is the devil. it’s debilitating and not only does it hurt us, it causes us to lash out and hurt people we love. each of us individually – there are so many of us – has to find a way to conquer it the best we can.

i’m still discovering how to fight this new depression i’m facing. i know a lot of it has to do with holding back self-expression and seeing myself in a very scary place financially that i had never faced before. but i’ve also seen glimpses of the bigger picture. and i have hope, faith & love – gobs of those – which are the truest antidote for depression. so even though it’s a struggle, i claw my way out from under the sheets every day and try to change just one thing that’s wrong with my immediate situation. (today it was trying to get a glitch at the bank cleared up. there was tons of red tape, but i succeeded. tomorrow it will be something else, “sales report hell” most likely.)

i know we can’t change people. truly, we can’t even know anyone outside of our own perspective, so how could we change them. but i will try to stay awake and not give up. and if others do the same then maybe slowly, maybe with loud enough voices, we’ll change the world, one awake person at a time.

“i know my call despite my faults…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

i had a thought-provoking conversation this morning with a dear friend about seeing beauty & art in states of ruin and destruction. we were talking about how pain is often romanticized in art and how pain “sells.” this very blog is a small sample sociological experiment in this; my somewhat dark & painful posts typically get the highest amount of readers & comments.

but there’s a fine line between relating to pain and letting it become an obsession, a place to wallow. it can be easy to get into a cycle of despair and even perpetuate the sense of hopelessness that we all feel at different times in our lives. but that isn’t really very healthy. and in that cycle there is a much more harmful and subtle potential for destruction that is very sad. so while i have certainly tried to be authentic in sharing & acknowledging my own struggles with pain, depression, “the dark side,” loss, etc…i’ve also tried to balance that with focusing on the healthy process of rebirth. because at the end of the day, a little ruin is healthy, beautiful even, but only in as much as we learn from it. only in as much as we take the bare walls, the rubble, the broken bits of brick…and build something better.

he has sculptor’s hands – warm, soft, nimble – and they mold all that they touch. if blessed to hold his hand, you’ll feel deep growth within yourself; a revelatory sense of calm removes something that has been holding you back, reforming it into an impetus for sustainable reconciliation.

take a walk with him and you’ll hear the wisdom of the ancients. as you spin on his wheel you’ll find yourself listening with a new sense of openness. because he is an ambassador with a message carrying the power to transform frail internal monologues into universal dialogues.

no matter what our purpose, no matter what our use, we are still all that we are and could be.

no matter what our history, no matter what we’ve become, we will always need true love.

no matter what we’ve overcome, no matter what growth we’ve constructed around us, we all have fears.

no matter what we know, no matter how much responsibility we have, we stop being able to teach the moment we stop learning.

no matter how dark life may be at times, no matter what ruin we embrace, the true beauty is found in our ability to rise up anew.

…so herald & cherish every place in the cycle. and if your revolution is at an impasse, place yourself on a new wheel.

“…a place for me…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

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