Labor conquers all things

 

Away from the rest of the world, I worry that I will read too many books.
Bright ideas abound.  I worry that I don’t have time for a job to get to work. 
Occupations are so many.  Some people must believe that women should not be
required to work outside of the home; there are many patterns.  Some families work
Together like at a marketplace for instance.  It must depend on one’s environment.
Isolation from the external world cannot be sustained or is not for long durations.
Really, I imagine that ethics is wrong to write about, I feel so harshly judged, that
everyone has a little trial to go through, and now we have dialectic comparison.

All aboard matey! The pirates cry, I know I am an inexperienced hack but what the
Bejesus; I need good work too.  I feel that the man needs to be the one that needs me.
Occupying my time in some way that does not offend him.  I fantasize that I want his
Respect and approval.  I am desperate from anything from him, attention or physical
Touch, anything but he won’t be able to give me that, or will not have the desire.
It is not strange to feel this way, but I need to figure out how to be worth my salt.
Salt water is pouring out of my body when I sweat on the treadmill.  I don’t lose
too much weight that way, but I only run for a half hour every other day.  It’s just
a journal.  I don’t care almost what I write as long as I am writing, I feel better

about myself that way, for this goal which is to really jump through hoops.
Bring me some bacon, lettuce, and tomato.  We used to be able to make those BLT’s.
Occurring, each day my son has school.  I stay away from politics and wait
Reeling in the day like a fish.  There were things I wanted to do and see but what is
taking up our time we rarely appreciate unless we are made to work for it, or does
Oceanography preach some other lesson.  That the sea takes care of itself?

A little repression is good for us.  We cannot go back in time.  We must look
behind the scene to see what we can make of it with whom.  We cannot
repeal our actions once done; we could not be perfect, could we?  What
o’clock will I actually be able to sleep.  Our bodies need it.  I will be tired tomorrow.
Give me a reason to live.  Well I have many.  We have to become like a dream.
And when the people are tired working, they must be given a place to sleep and rest.
Repeal this law of sleep deprivation.  I need a direction, a course of action, but
especially like to create an entire dictionary of acrostics laboring through each term. 

Reviews

[JC]

I like the stream of consciousness, the refusal to stick to one thing but to let the mind reel and create a bigger picture that is connected in a broader sense, sort of like Burroughs.

[Laura Lynn]

ok, thanks, I can't seem to write today

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we will never be perfect, the best we can do is do the best with what we have.
don't know if we can ever read too many books...the open worlds to us...but they can also be a sort of running away from our own lives, living in the fantasy of another's.

I really like "reeling in the day like a fish"---

interesting perceptions in this one.

[ANTO]

Its better out than in, my grannie used to say Laura. Whilst journal-istic in style I think theres just too many themes and ideas here. There's material here for quite a few pieces I feel.
I was struck by some great lines too 'Repeal this law of sleep deprivation' -
'Bring me some bacon, lettuce and tomato. We used to be able to make those BLT's.' - a lament by any other name.

[Laura Lynn]

Thanks, Anto, I truly appreciate the heartfelt criticism. It makes me want to step up my game! It makes me feel that I am not as much of a failure as I had been of the mind for the past many number of years; that sounds overblown, exaggerated, or inflated, but some days there is just no telling when the "knot in the muscle will be worked out," so to speak, I really appreciate it

[ANTO]

I understand dear poet - we're all learning - together.
YVW