“The Day Awoke” in audio format please click play below to listen.
Please excuse the background sound. Apparently, the mic wanted to pick up everything.

The day awoke with discomfort.
The day awoke with sadness.
For the real truth be told,
Without regard for correction.

The day awoke with inaccuracy.
The day awoke with a feeling of dismay.
Had I been misunderstood?
Even slighted and falsely portrayed?

Leaves me feeling cheated.
Even for me to make accurate,
The picture’s been painted not with ink,
Etched in wet cement and now is concrete.

Aside from the act to entertain-meant to please,
I hear you and have heard you and see you and have seen you,
So much more than I am given credit for.
My words of old should have shown less and not more.

So many times the line’s been drawn without need.
Overdrawn and darkened so much splitting the Earth like quakes.
Panic room built on top of the massive distance for all to see.
Despite the underlying messages and clear cut discrepancies.

I get it; with quakes come movements,
And shifting in perceptions and being.
The shaking and damage done.
But know the piece was never about nor intended for you.

The day awoke with dots.
The day awoke with more dots.
I now stare out of the window,
Dazed and blanked with thoughts.

The day awoke with yet another line.
The day awoke with yet another brick.
What must I do for her to see that she can now quit?
How much more distance does she need from me to see?

Take it all.