One of the highlights of Wednesdays meeting was Gerry completing his 10th and final speech in the Competent Communicators manual. It was a fascinating speech about Eamon Broy’s role in the War of Independence.
We also had an open mic slot from Wendy Rachko who recited some of her own poems, which are reproduced below:
In a cage with a term of You
In a cage, it’s so safe on my own
In my anxiety the only
I often close myself in a cage alone
I am afraid of my morning
To create a few dangerous things
To create some horror and hazard
To dream about no borders and links
So is the being itself sufficient, balanced?
We exist and we don’t
We kill our power
We have it only in dream’s source
We are looking for a fairy in our manner
The big anxiety,
Is slowly pushing to the reason
It is blinking, it’s a rationality
So is love unreason?
To touch and grab the power of the big issue
I would take it and run, run to the biggest loosing
I would take from you, touch you.
To kill the power of term which You are still holding
I would take off so far from this prison,
I would treasure my flight
Without the command of unreason
I wouldn’t look back!
And once in the future, I will turn to my past wants
With a smile and without anxieties
I will be aware of my bounds
With a belief in my abilities
It is not enough only to look at the beauty
I love and this love escapes the beauty of the soul
Not enough only to dream about the future’s duty
I apologize for my drawbacks and for all
I am so valueless
If I don’t have you in myself as a relief,
The road is so aimless,
If the doubts are built on the belief
Oh, the eternal misbeliever in that true
He is changed by something different
Only with the question: where are you?
And without it
All becomes irrelevant
To cry, and it is different in this situation,
To love, it’s so ironic, it’s so ridiculous
The first intensive desperation,
Oh! in a cage with a term of You without the real You, it’s ridiculously Ridiculous.
Unbridgeable
That feeling when you make your tea
Am I supposed to be speechless?
Maybe I think but I know it is not for me I feel devastated
I am not free.
That feeling when you are hungry,
But it is not for me.
I feel so ugly,
Whenever you are tired
I know it is tired of me.
That emotion of loneliness
When you’re not here
That strong wave of nothingness,
We can´t make it disappear.
Why can´t we make it work for us?
Why do I feel like I am burning and I can´t stop?
Why do you say you love, when you also make jokes about lust?
Is it a gun for you which
you can´t trust?
Is it something too heavy to bear?
Is there something so disturbing within it, which makes you not to stay with me there?
I know I should relax,
Like you always say
But I need to know who I am
Hard questions, hard life, and feelings
Some of them died already
Some of them burnt
Only on a crazy level, I am ‘steady’. I really don’t care who I am anymore
I want to be aware of this gulf
I have a more important question before:
Why am I falling just into that space between us?
Why is it always unbridgeable when we try?
Why am I the only one worrying so much about this?
Is it because you have just always denied it?
When it hurts it hurts so bad I don’t want to exist
Why does it hurt? Why aren’t you here?
Why have you just set up a fire of being
and then that sudden change to fear?
I don’t want to finish these thoughts
I am afraid of that which I know you are
It doesn’t mean I treasure the same losses
I just can’t find ours ‘here and now’
Find me again
Where does our hope live? Does it have a home?
And does it make sense each of us alone ?
I am here in love, not knowing what it is
Here not feeling love, and boundaries appear.
I haven’t found the truth, maybe there is none
I am supposed to trust in my own wisdom
before I was falling into you what should I do I never knew
There’s nothing real, only true.
How to take pain and still become
How to make space for two to belong
Without always feeling eternally wrong
Without always feeling we will be undone.
How to lose it all and find me again
How to rebuild, how to mend
Where is the freedom, where is my friend
Beautifully empty desire without end
I haven’t found the truth, maybe there is none
I was supposed to trust in my own wisdom
before I was falling into you I never knew
There’s nothing real, only true.
Nothing real, only true