This poem, Just Passin Thru, attempts to capture the world as one set on 'razor's edge' and the wisdom of a wise old sage who, in simple fashion, encourages a younger man/womanto ease his/her grip. The thrust is to remind us that we are but passin thru and our best life is yet to come. Indeed, it is a life which may well be determined or shaped in the context of the life we live now.
Just Passin Thru
By Biz Gainey
Just passin thru, said the old man to one
Bloodshot through the eyes, veins now come undone shaped
by the space
Our heart does control through good or ill
Joy, might, love and fright
Life
This life is as but a blink
A simple space may
seem as time in a dream
We are shaped and formed by the grip which we hold the
vein stretched response too easily we unfold
By its force we are seized
Eyes and hands reveal
Life
The life in deep bleed
Yes, ease dear child
Run the red from your grip! Loose the chain to your lip! Free
yourself be not bound
In this place is one found as
Children formed in
Life
The life in rich ground
We ascend and descend this space by degrees
This cacophonous life ill at ease in such fear gripped
blood wretched pain not unborn
disfigure the silence and sound and the form
We find deep truth in mockeries’ scorn
Life
This Life oh so tattered and torn
So relent let the heart beat at ease
Released by the fear which so easily seize light in the
eyes peace now to see
captured by love and life’s gentle breeze
we find old words spoken so true
Life
This life, we are just passin thru
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