Missing Man
Seems sometimes I feel missing from my own world
It feels like part of me is ebbing and retreating
wanting to be gone missing
Over exposed by my own risk.
I want the ground to cover me and go on a vision quest
just to find my red dress
just to find out if it fits
my own private Idaho
I don’t’ know how to hear eloquence
And the dancing waltz
a 2 step
Straight backs and careful footsteps
Proper introductions
Marginal evasive notions
Much regarded when your dance card is received
Now…
More it seems
I live above a bar
Muted voices bellowing and boasting
The highlights of living
Scotch and bourbon engaging
The volume and intensity that
All things seem possible by 7:00pm
while the jukebox
Scratches out old 45’s
“Irreplaceable” one said
“Not like now a days”
Said another
Next day,
His bar seat went missing
Something to do with his liver
Little bits of trading stock with
Inflated value
Good for one day when dreams
Conjure up substance and growth
out of thin air.. Life is traded for minds eye
Viewing
Do you think all this excelled ration of fraud
Is just a way to predict that all things are possible?
If you believe them to be.
Where does the money disappear?
Where do the billions go?
Thin air?
Just one day
like the man missing
Below me
Dreams die one moment
But by then,
New dreams to follow.
Linaji 2009
avalyn
hello…....BE-loverly…............ deeply revealing as you question reality, the things that we dream and then disappear, kinda amazing in the Zen of nothing-ever-happens, hey?!
what time is it there? I see you are on-line now XXXXXXXXXXXXX
linaji replied
I just bubbled you darl.. I am getting up and tea and Thee!!!!!! so love you are back!!
Vasile Stan
Where do the billions go?
Mwah! ...touch the screen now. Electric… by electronic means.
linaji replied
exactly.. all of it .like the love we crave.. just in our own heads.. with a screen to enhance.. xxx
linaji replied
I find it interesting we both are on the same screen (page) tonight
Vasile Stan
Interesting is only half the story, beautiful is the other half. Together they become art… just like the craving you’re talking about.
Vicki Ferrari
I find this particularly inspiring today, Lina, thank YOU (again!!) :))) Synch!!
linaji replied
Thanks Vicki.. this is a special piece for me.. in the state I am in!! xxxx
chugginrail
’...new dreams to follow, ’ very true….
linaji replied
always comes down to recreation yes? smile..
F.A. Moore
I got the billions right here! Come and get it, y’all!
Heheee. Just kidding.
You are a prolific writer, do you know that, Lina?
Always an inspiration.
linaji replied
F.A… you know I am taken by this comment. I felt the serge ahead of myself with this one and of course you feel and see so much. btw.. your voice is exquisite!! (I listened to your journal today.. teehe.)
Christie Moses
If its the right red dress it always fits :) This is an incredible journey and search. Your words are always so captivating. GREAT ending lines. Love C xoxo
linaji replied
Christie!! Yes!! xoxoxo
Richard George
Very powerful…
linaji replied
Thank you so much Richard.x
Gregory John O...
And a new face sits on the missing mans seat….
Great piece Iinaji !!
linaji replied
Seems that always happens any way you look at it Gregory!! thanks so much darling!
Nascha
Lina..I often miss ‘the man’ ...... reaching inside and finding the ‘missing man’ within myslef…..the father, brother, husband, lover that I never really had….and what do I find? I find that I am ll those things too and that I can give myself what they could have given and didn’t and then all seems to peaceful in my world….the searchng, searching is over and pans out into a peaceful lake of just being. xxxx
linaji replied
I HAVE CHILLS.. here she is .. Jane Solomon.. the missing no longer missing.. I feel you here this morning and I think I am at the Dagbag Cafe.. and I am missing here for a minute while I look out at the crowds of Truckers and all manner of what may be.. and I shall enter on the stage my magical bag of tricks/strippers tricks too and I shall trick myself right back to the world again where I can create my own magic and feel good cause it is as you said.. all about giving us what we desire Jane.. and the rest will follow. I love you.
Cassidy JK (Ra...
So inspiring you are. Your words, your art…you. This beautiful imagination of wonder, always searching…for???...this time him...what next time? I await. xoxo
skinnyman
The things we cling onto to feel safe are epheral, linaji says, love yourself and love will come to you
linaji replied
AHH SEE.. Student becomes Teacher.. loving you Peter..xox
Erika .
Below me
Dreams die one moment
But by then,
New dreams to follow.....Reminds me of “when one door closes another opens”...Linaji your words are always full of light and so inspirational to read. xxxx
Keith Reesor
Wonderful writing!! Bet YOU look fab in that red dress!! :)
Solomon Walker
excellent piece of writing!
Matt Penfold
From this:
“Conjure up substance and growth
out of thin air.”.
to this:
“Where does the money disappear?
Where do the billions go?
Thin air?”
Perfect
Lina, I love the way you’ve woven this wonderful observation of life’s progression into an evocative vignette :-)
Lisa Jewell
And beneath it all,
And I mean the all….
The dream of yesterday
May say
It is my time to rest for eternity
Its last act is to prod back through the earth
So you shall greet and nurture
The new born dream
I felt this piece so deeply….I wanted to crunch it up and swallow it down…
Love you so dearly xxx