One Mans Hyde is another Mans Salvation

The monster awoke this morning. broke loose from the cage
and is wandering the streets of some anonymous small town.
 
And I will not chase him down again.
He and I and the world are all better when he is not knocked out, stowed away,
forgotten in some dark corner of my Id left to languish in some gray dream.

You cannot starve, what does not survive, on bread alone.

He greeted me in the mirror, wild haired
monstrously bushy eyebrows, deep set unrelenting eyes,
the face of someone who might appear familiar
if anyone has been paying any attention
at all. Have you been paying attention? At all?

You've all gone and done it, he says. Waited one day too many and now, and now
and now...

It's the anticipation that makes him pause because he knows, lumbering the street,
looking oddly like a baboon on the hunt,he will attract stares, and gasps,
and he will, undoubtedly, offend some old farmer's wife or another
who does not understand there is more
to man than the collected hours he works
and whittles and the little bit he dies each and every day. And some farmer
or another will be offended, too because they will never know the freedom
of walking through the world without carrying the fear
that someone, somewhere has found the secret to happiness
without waiting on god, on grace,or on some nicely written obituary
outlining the predetermined brevity of his long laborious days.

It's the anticipation that draws him out and into the street, coming soon
to a store front, coffee shop, bar, or street corner near you.
He carries doom in one pocket, salvation in another
and you will not know which he might be inclined to share
until you look him in the eye and show him the the glimmering seat
of your soul, share the warmth of your heart
and accept without question..even though you might find his grin
just a tad disconcerting.

Live life not as a one way street, doom or salvation separated by blind determination.. stop and smell the roses... aaah freedom

When i read this it reminds me to always take a moment out of life to just smile, breathe, compliment, pray, and share.. a full pocket can be a heavy load.

All i've been doing is working, it seems im getting lost, like im losing touch with everything and everyone.. where's all the fun.. i can't stop and take a break because im so needed there.. but seriously im getting tired.. lol

I feel just like man hyde, waking up  to something unknown and wanting.. or waiting for salvation to fill my pocket,but you have to continue to pay these freakin bills, or aquire the things you want in life.. if you don't you got fees!! lmao..

thanks for sharing~