Mike Bedell's Poetry Corner

Today was tomorrow and will soon be yesterday.

 

today was the future and tomorow it will be the past
you have to hold on to the here and now to make each moment last

 

Outside the pull of gravity, beyond the spiral veil
within our careful reasoning we search to no avail.
For the constant in the chaos, our place within the void
are we following a destiny our steps cannot avoid?
In a spiral never ending are we drawn towards the source/
spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force

so as we hang below the heavens and we hover over hell
let our heart become god's instrument may we learn to play it well
for at the point of total darkness and the lights divide
a man can let his shadow stretch and land on either side
and balanced on the razor's edge the moment must reveal
naked in the face of time our race within the wheel.

So as we stare into the emptiness of space
and fall beneath the weight, we wonder
"can we make it better?'" or "could it be too late?",

 

INTHE BEGINNING ALL THAT THERE WAS WAS ALL THAT THERE IS, AND THERE WAS NOTHING MORE.
NOW ALL THAT THERE IS KNEW IT WAS ALL THAT THERE WAS AND THAT THERE WAS NOTHING MORE.
ALL THAT THERE IS KNEW IT WAS AWESOME TO BE ALL THAT THERE IS BUT COULD ONLY FEEL HOW AWESOME IT WAS TO BE ALL THAT THERE IS CONCEPTIONALLY
WELL, THAT WAS NOT ENOUGH FOR ALL THAT THERE IS, ALL THAT THERE IS WANTED
MORE. ALL THAT THERE IS WANTED TO EXPERIANCE THE FEELING OF HOW AWESOME
IT WAS TO BE ALL THAT THERE IS AND THERE BEING NOTHING MORE AND ALL THAT
THERE IS KNEW THAT IT COULD NOT EXPERIDENCE THE FEELING OF HOW AWESOME IT WAS TO BE ALL THAT THERE IS UNTIL ALL THAT THERE IS NOT COME S ALONG.
WELL, ALL THAT THERE IS WANTED SO BADLY TO EXPERIANCE HOW AWESOME IT WAS TO BE ALL THAT THERE IS THAT ALL THAT THER IS BEGAN GITTING RID OF
ALL THAT THERE WAS AND WHEN HE GOT RID OF THE FINAL ITEM ALL THAT THERE IS
WAS NOT BECAUSE ALL THAT THERE WAS WAS ALL THAT THERE WAS NOT AND THERE
WAS NOTHING MORE EXCEPT THE LAST WORD SPOKEN AS ALL THAT THERE IS BECAME ALL THAT THERE IS NOT. AND THAT WORD WILL ECHO THROUGH THE EMPTY UNIVERSES FOREVER AND THAT WORD IS "AWESOME'
it is just as awesome to be all that there is not as it is to be all that there is not
OR
The man who has nothing can be as awesome as the man who has everything

Just a thought I thought I would share
with love to all mike bedell

 

have ya the tea made yet mike ?ha! ha!

 

HELLO miss Roamy, and no I have not had tea or coffee yet and its 6;43
in the afternoon here.lol. How have you been Lady Roamy? It's so nice to
come back to my computer and find you waiting for me. I like you very much and you have made it into my heart as a good true hearted sister and I want to take this cyber space of privecy to say to you"welcom home Miss Roamy" love and hugs mike bedell

 

oh yes, the same goes for your goats

 

hi mike. i'm fine thanks. enjoyed reading the latest pages in here earlier.all great stuff. i liked mary an you were saying about yesterday and tomorrow. i like living in the day. in the moment.thanks for the welcome home mike. i have always liked you very much to. cos your real.an your never mean.an the goats are always welcome ha! ha! teas up:coffee::love:an :grouphug:s back.

light always shines the brightest in the the darkest corridors :sunny:

 

Let my past fade into my future
Let my anger be soothed with love
Let my harsh words be softened with kindness
Let my ego rise above
Let my sadness giveaway to laughter
Let my courage feel the pain
Let new beginnings grow from the disaster
Let pride replace the shame
Let my problems disolve with answers
Let this sinner learn to fly
Let my pen become Gods instrument
Let my truths reveal the lie.

 

great poem mike. welldone! your pen is definitely always well used as gods instrument.:love:

 

The spiritual warrior standing tall and alone
in his struggle for self awareness
Living his life unattached to its outcome
He finds freedom from life's unfairness.
He ponders not the future
He ponders not the past
He holds on to the here and now
To make each moment last.
He's nonjudgmental of himself
As to whether he's losing or he's winning
Because he knows that in the spiritual life
We are always at the beginning

 

Its better to have loved and lost
than to have never loved at all
i remember reading those words of wit
writen on a bathroom wall
written by some broken hearted lover
while sitting in the stall
i could never agree with his logic
or his temporary point of view
because ive experiebced losing at love
and i know that you have to
it fucking hurts to have loved and lost and paid the . Cost of being cheated
mistreated and emotionaly defeated
to be used abused and totally confused
to be fried dyed and tossed aside
to be taken shaken and sierously forsaken
to have your heart broken and shattered
to the point where nothing else mattered
weve all loved and lost
and paid the cost
and love is worth any price
but if i wabted to be real
abd tell you how i feel
i wouldnt be so nice
id have to go over the top
to say its better to have loved and lost
than to have sucked on a hospital mop

 

great poems again mike. lovya:love:

 

mike bedell here at you all. sorry I have been missing in action here but I had to focus on my
physical creativity. I have set all my tools and materials that I work with to create art pieces so my hands are free, my mind is in the now so here I am hanging out on my corner and not wanting to drop in and not post. so instead of a poem im posting an open letter to
the Hippies of the world.
NOT EVERY FLOWER CAN SAY 'LOVE' BUT A ROSE CAN.
NOT AVERY PLANT CAN SURVIVE THURST, BUT A CACTUS CAN.
NOT EVERY RETARD CAN READ, BUT LOOK AT YOU GO LITTLE BUDDY.
TODAY YOU SHOULD TAKE A MOMENT AND SEND AN ENCOURAGING MESSAGE TO A FUCKED UP FRIEND JUST AS I AM DOING. I DONT CARE IF YOU SUCK ON HOSPITAL MOPS
AND SCREW FARM ANIMALS, YOU HANG IN THERE CUPCAKE BECAUSE YOU ARE SPECIAL
TO ME MY FRIEND.
LOOK AT YOU ALL SMILING AT YOUR MONITORS
YOU CRAYON EATING MOTHER FUCKERS
LOL LOTS OF LOVE mike bedell

 

wtf i cant believe that nobody responded to my last post here. Did I say something wrong or is it because I haven't been hanging
around much.well here's what happened. I started to realize that the machine has become totally heartless and even inhuman plus
I didn't know how to respond. I am a poet from my heart and I needed to take this gift of writing on a "ROAD TRIP" with another gift
that God blessed me with where I don't need to talk. I started making "SUN CATCHERS" out of sea glass.God also blessed me with
a rare situation where I don't have to sell my art to cover my survival. I was clear to me that God wanted me to understand the wealth
of love that my heart contains.So I followed that love and it has taken me to a path where I. am finding purpose, hope, redemption,
respect,.and the chance to show to the world that those crazy hippies were right. I don't want to say more right now please. I will
say bc it is 4 am on sat.morning that im not crazy nor am I high on any drugs in fact im refusing to put anything in my head or my
body at least until next Tuesday when the next door opens for me.Hey Kenny maybe a little Moody Blues with this post lol. i'm up
because this is the weekend of the Sausalito Art Festival I'm going to take Sun Catchers to San Francisco and catch the ferry to
Sausalito with all those people going to the festival looking for art. I will announce that I need money so I can take my Sun Catchers
to the next level and so I'm here to rip people on with my art.so check it out and at least take one of my business cards so you can
get in touch with me after the festival if you don't find any art that will touch you heart like mine does.or an artist as open and crazy
as I am.(here's the clincher) everyone knows that an artists value aint shit until after they die. WTF i'm 72 years old and have a
bad heart.LOL, LOL. I,m looking to really enjoy this day by stepping up and showing the fucking world what I'm fucking made of.
love mike bedell (might be film at 7pm lol lol lol

 

the bigger they are If you lead a horse to water you cant teach it to fish