Information

So much of it

How to absorb it all

How to decipher it

True

False

Opinion

Fact

It is so difficult to determine

What the real message is

One thing is for certain

It is seldom what it appears

And is often

Deviance cloaked in purity

Pandering news

Appealing to baser instincts

Stirring up arguments

For distraction

As money shifts hands

Behind the scenes

A world more corrupt

Than it has ever been

Will it get better

Or continue spiraling askew

My bet is on the latter

Until consciousness is born anew

E.A. Fussell

11.10.2020

What would happen

If we moved our friendship

To romance

Maybe it would work

Maybe it would be a disaster

We are so wrong for each other

You keep things just in case

I release things as soon as

There is no immediate use for them

You want to spend your retirement

Working on a new business venture

I want to spend my retirement

Just being

You are a social butterfly

I am a social avoider

You own lots of things like

Property in multiple states

I own nothing except

What I can fit in my truck

(In one load)

You consider me your best friend

I don’t believe men & women

Can be best friends

They are wired too differently

How could they ever

Understand each other well enough

To be best friends

You post political expressions

I post nature pictures

Yes, I admit

There are ways in which we click

We come from the same culture

And there is comfort in that

We’ve been friends for decades

No need to explain our pasts

We both like to travel, cook, garden

Adventure appeals to us

We believe in helping others

Taking care of family

Patriotism

But still I hold out and insist

On remaining just friends

Good friends are hard to gain

And would surely be lost

If romance wasn’t a winning game

I keep thinking

Maybe it would work

Maybe it would be a disaster

E.A.Fussell

11.09.2020

Standing here

Wounded

Afraid to move forward

Stuck in the pain of the past

Not realizing it until I tried to move

“What if’s” dulling my motivation

Clouding enthusiasm

Bringing up past rejection

All the work I’ve done on myself

I thought the pain was gone

I was sure I was ready

To start a new chapter

Placing my hand on the door

Ready to open it

Fear washes over me

Engulfing me

Reminding me

Of all my failures

Sadness sets in as I watch my hand

Retract itself from the handle

Standing here

Looking at the door

Hoping I can overcome these emotions

Go ahead and open the door

Step into the unknown

Before I turn and go running

Back to the safety of the known

E.A. Fussell

11.08.2020

More

More

More

Why did you always want more

Than I gave

More deliciousness

Out of the meals cooked

More pleasure

Out of the sex engaged

More submission

Out of the love offered

I still can’t see

Why it wasn’t enough

Just me

Being me

E.A. Fussell

11.08.2020

Do you think it’s possible

To really change

The trajectory of ones life

Or do we end up where

We originally started out

Regardless of

Which path we take

Was our ultimate destination

Predetermined for us

In a foreign stratosphere

Before we ventured here

We go about this life thinking

We are influencing

Our end result

But what if

Unbeknownst to us

The ending place

Has already been

Set and locked in

And the path we choose

Only proves

What our journey will be like

As we wind our way

Unwittingly to

The predestined

Ending point

E.A. Fussell

11.08.2020

Dear Women,

Why do we think we have to prove

We can be as strong as men

Why do we laugh

In our Creator’s face

Saying I don’t like

Your master design

I’ll show you

I can be different

Than you in tended me to be

Men were designed

To be stronger than us

To be more focused than us

To provide for us

We were designed

To be helpers of men

Not leaders over them

Subtleness

Is our power and strength

Yet we boldly started going about

Loudly proclaiming

Our demands

Dominating became our plan

Instead of working

In the background

Building castles

Creating empires

Raising warriors

We threw it all away

In our desire to reign

Things got really twisted

Men are becoming weaker

As the scale wobbles

In the ongoing battle

Between what nature intended

And what we are trying to capsize

E.A.Fussell

11.07.2020

I know you’re lyin’

cause your lips are movin’

It might be funny

If it didn’t hurt so much Honey

I believed you when you said

To me you would always be wed

Then I saw her text

It was obvious y’all were havin’ sex

You tried to tell me she was just a friend

But sin is sin

Even if it is

Kept between friends

Trust broken is difficult to repair

I’ll go my way

You stay right here

Love sucks

And life isn’t fair

I’ll get over it in time

Maybe one day true love I will find

You take care and be prepared

When I’m out of sight

I won’t be out of your mind

E.A. Fussell

06.06.2011

Please don’t try to fix me

I would ask you to understand me

But how could I ask such a thing

When I don’t even

Understand myself

Sometimes

I get sad

My energy gets low

I just need time alone

So alone I go

Secluding myself

Within myself

Shutting out the world

Restoring my vitality

Improving my soul

Eventually I let the world back in

For a time

I never know how long

The season of allowing

Will last

Before the season of alone

Begins again

The alone season is just as

Unpredictable

It can be a day, a week, a month

Until I feel able

To face the push and pull

Of other souls

All going about their normal life

Oblivious of my strife

My smile hides it well

Only a few other seasoned souls

Can tell

Through the light in my eyes

They know it well

They live it too

Something unexplainable inside

Sometimes dim

Sometimes bright

E.A. Fussell

11.07.2020

Death comes

Whether we are ready or not

Age doesn’t matter

Goodness of heart doesn’t matter

Death comes

In the spring when the flowers bloom

I will remember

The goodness in your heart

In the fall when the leaves change

And the colors pop

I will remember your sence of humor

And how you use to make me laugh i

In winter when the snow falls

I will remember the beauty

Of your soul

And one day my dear sweet cousin

We will meet again

When it is my time

And

Death comes

E.A. Fussell

O8.08.2013