This area is reserved for the magical thoughts of Shawn White that fall outside of the cancer purview. These poems tend to lean toward the silly, but a few serious nuggets may be discovered here as well.

plug

Plug – Poem

plug

Plug

There is a plug, a sticky thing,

a clog filling the passage

It keeps all the gooey good stuff from flowing like it should

It keeps us from seeing ourselves

seen how we see

feel how we feel

how we want to experience

 

This plug is tough and gruff and overall quite the bastard

We have to pull and struggle and fight

do what needs to be done to open our heart to fun

 

The world is not always about the things that are bad

or sad

We can raise our spirits

feel the wave

and be glad

enjoy the stillness of peace

and make the insanity cease.

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Burns – Poem

 

burns

Burns – Poem

burns

Burns

As the world burns,

we watch,

our eyes resting against the horizon

comfortably sitting with soft smiles

watching the flames lick at the starless sky.

It is difficult to discern between the clouds and the smoke

as it often is,

 

In life we face so many perils

the hardships are difficult to distinguish the good from the bad.

We blindly amble

smiles on our faces,

moving toward the maw of oblivion

we enter the mouth of annihilation

and we are consumed

utterly destroyed

 

What then?

What happens next?

Are we are reborn?

Do we reemerge?

ready and willing to face life again

able to cope, to handle all of its challenges

overcome all of its hardships

rediscovering how to survive and journey

thrive and give up worry

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A Gargoyle beside Oblivion – Poem

 

Hidden

Hidden – Poem

Hidden

Hidden

The world can be a strange place, the kind where shadows move about believing they’re hidden.

Like a silvery little fish, so young and slick. Swimming with such serpentine grace it might make me sick.

If the desire is there, act on it, life is too short to sneak and hide.

Instead you move and dance, sneakily eating and thriving, simply trying to hide as you survive.

Fuck that man, do what you go to do. Be honest and straight with your words. There’s no shadow in the sky, no duck bill that’ll bite.

Your heart says “That shadow in the sky is a duck if I might surmise.” Don’t guess, if you must know, go and ask.

Don’t bask in the burning rays of fear. Live your life outward and well. Embrace the love in your heart. Don’t break your patterns and smiles because of expectation.

Most likely, what you expect isn’t what you’re going to get.

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A Caretaker in Name only

 

Feels

Feels – Poem

Feels

Feels

Today was a day of many thoughts and explorations. I considered much and spoke to plenty of people. It was a good day filled with all sorts of feels.

There was a poem that crossed my mind. My heart spilled, but its blood was thin, only thick enough to grant the writing form. It was raw, rough and without shape. It lacked the slide and glide needed for it to roll off the lip.

The spirit addressed love, life and the relationships between. It asked questions about life’s stepping stones, how we are servants to the soles of our lover’s feet. We mark a place, a spot, a temporary location for those we love, until another is found… to lead them closer to that one… true… love.

The poem sung a song, a friendly ballad, one that smiles and laughs and is jolly… even at night. It was a song that could bring an end even to a terrifying fright.

It said we are servants to love, that it fits us like a glove and flies as sweetly as a beautiful white dove.

It said we all give, a gift received… and a gift granted. A glory to be thankful for…   A magnificence to cherish, a significance to acknowledge and its brilliance to brighten our days.

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Memories – Reflections