"it Just Gets Worse" by Bobby Torpey

It is so unhappy.
It has been this way;
Long time, no end in sight.
And every day,
It just gets worse.

I tried to give;
Tried to make it happy.
Gave it kindness,
Gave it space.
Accepted it,
Helped it.
But it just gets worse.

I don't know it,
Won't know it.
Can't seem to reach it;
And every day it just gets worse.

Laughter, By Bobby Torpey

"Doctor, my eyes cannot see the sky
Is this the price for having learned not to cry..."
~Jackson Browne~


Laughter is one of the first freedoms. So is crying.
The liberation and release borne on wings of expression.
Only through the free reign of emotion can we give birth to the human soul.
Only the emancipation of the heart can give rise to the myriad manifestation of human glory.
Children must be made to feel, to sense, to express, to touch and to revel.
In this climate, true life can begin.
In this climate of all that is wondrously human;
All art, all science, all games, all charity, all community
All family, all hope.

I only hope that i haven't unwittingly killed off my own feeling center....

This was written approximately 10 years ago as a first draft, and never expanded...

Keep Dreaming ;)

Rantings Of The Soul

The pain that I feel
Needing to break free
Swirling in the dying sea
Of emotionless life
Emotionless love?
One and the same,
Could it possibly be?
The strain in my heart
The stress in my head
A loveless life
Living inside myself
Waiting to be fed

These words were in part inspired by a conversation I had with myself. What is it that I really want in life? In love? Is there a difference?

I often wonder why it is that all of a sudden I am struck with the words that I write, the poems that I feel.

For example, here is some stuff that I have previously written...


Everywhere I turn I see your shadow,
As I know you see mine.
We are two of the same all intertwined.
The hope of the world,
We see it together
Seperated now by selfishness and vicious lies.
Can we bring it back?
Is it meant to be?
For our two worlds to be the same,
Will take much work and intent.
Yet I believe that in the end
That this world shall be seen
The way that it was meant.

Two completely different styles of writing. The work of a manic depressive? A particular mood that I happened to be in? Maybe one day I'll figure it out. One day full of hope and inspiration, the next full of despair and regret.

In the end I think it is just my halves mending together as one.

Every single person in this world should be as one. That is my ultimate dream. My True Will.
And so it shall be.

As always...

Keep dreaming!