Here's the other ...
Well, as it turned out, at least Mother's Day worked out OK ... took my Mom out for brunch at one of her favorite fancy places, got to schmooze with the chef a bit, she said how nice it was just having me there for a change (not that she isn't crazy for her grandkids) ... then I got her home, ducked up to my place to change clothes, and high-tailed it down to Midway to pick up The Wife and The Girls. They were pretty shell-shocked from their whirl-wind weekend (Thursday with an old High School friend of The Wife's, Friday with my sister-in-law, Saturday with my father-in-law and various assorted relatives, etc.) and they were happy to get back. I hadn't gotten any particular thing for The Wife for Mothers Day (the trip was her gift), but had The Girls present her with new framed pics of them. She seemed happy.
Anyway, this was written in the aftermath of realizing that I had just had my butt kicked by the "weekend crash course", and I was feeling like a stupid, incompetent, jackass piece of shit. Which is, of course, in my reality, never very far from the truth.
NEW DEPTHS OF FAILURE
so many intents
fallen useless
so many desires
gone unmet
we drive within
limitations
some are given
some surprise
we are ever alien
never being able
to extract of days
what common people have
never able to make
a cycle start
a vision gel
within this world
no belief
remains here
no seed of hope
awaits new day
we are stuck
in this descent
no way to pull us
out of this fall
what is wanted
what is needed
blur to frustration,
deep yearning aches;
we get so little
and attain less,
we achieve nothing
and are left with void
no matter how we strive
we are failing
no matter how much work
we build naught
no matter what the prayer
we are cursed
damned to destruction
cast down to doom
- Brendan Tripp
05/13/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
Anyway, this was written in the aftermath of realizing that I had just had my butt kicked by the "weekend crash course", and I was feeling like a stupid, incompetent, jackass piece of shit. Which is, of course, in my reality, never very far from the truth.
NEW DEPTHS OF FAILURE
so many intents
fallen useless
so many desires
gone unmet
we drive within
limitations
some are given
some surprise
we are ever alien
never being able
to extract of days
what common people have
never able to make
a cycle start
a vision gel
within this world
no belief
remains here
no seed of hope
awaits new day
we are stuck
in this descent
no way to pull us
out of this fall
what is wanted
what is needed
blur to frustration,
deep yearning aches;
we get so little
and attain less,
we achieve nothing
and are left with void
no matter how we strive
we are failing
no matter how much work
we build naught
no matter what the prayer
we are cursed
damned to destruction
cast down to doom
- Brendan Tripp
05/13/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp