DATE: 11 Oct 2008, 8:23 am / MOOD: Other

WHERE O WHERE?  -  Ed Iacona
               
On a hot and steamy summer night,
While eating Italian lemon Ices,
I thought again of the dismal plight
Caused by her Mid-Life Crises.

Say what you will to defend your "change"
Deep inside you know what's true.
Our lives you hurt and made re-arrange
Yet my prayers ask, Where are YOU?    

You said you aren't living your life
For your children and me too.
You sought escape as mom and wife
Still I question, Where are YOU?

In nature all birds leave the nest
But before they take to the blue
Two parents teach them to be their best
I'm here. Where are YOU?

So, Maysie, am I your Horton?
I'm still caring after you flew.
Trying to balance on a branch
And wondering, Where are YOU?

You left your family to seek your "light".
That is what you said was true.
Yet, one wonders how you sleep at night
We're here, Where are YOU?

Our daughter is in all honors,
Taking college level Spanish too...
Yo tengo un pregunta grande,
¿Adonde estabas tu? 

All the shades of their growing up,
No matter what we go through,
Should be part of our family's loving cup
But sadly, Where are YOU?



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DATE: 18 Jul 2008, 9:19 pm / MOOD: Other

REAL LIFE LESSON -
Edward Iacona

To be a student in your class
was certainly considered a coup
All the kids sure wanted you
and maybe a few mommies too.

Beyond the Three R's you traveled,
your lessons laced with mirth.
You taught of wolves and wildlife
and conservation of the Earth

Your teaching rings with wisdom
of heroes and brotherhood
Of standing up for justice
as future adults they should

Your classroom philosophy
was easy to explain.
An ongoing lesson that
your students should retain

That in living a good life
one should never abstain
from always striving for kindness
and for always being humane.  

When dark times came to your life
We listened to all your lows
We took you in like family
We comforted your woes.
 
Then dark times came to our life
faced with separation and divorce
I called to you my "brother"
My thinking was, of course.

I asked that you would mediate
a union that should not be dissolved
Your answer to my tearful plea;
"Sorry, can't get involved."

One thinks of all the hearts and minds
That you touch and reach
Maybe you should learn from yourself
and practice what you teach.
 

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DATE: 18 Jul 2008, 9:17 pm / MOOD: Other

CHANGE OF STRIFE - Ed Iacona

She said that she'd changed
On a journey for her gnosis.
Was this a real spiritual walk?
Or some form of psychoneurosis?

She was gentle and kind,
A modern version of Isis.
Then she up turned our world,
Could it be; Mid Life Crisis?

As many get older some folks will insist,
That there's more to their life, something they missed. 
For time slipped away and they now must resist,
Simply put, they are frightened or mentally pissed.

I know well the feeling, so I can't disagree,
There are dreams, there are goals and there's no guarantee.
Time knows not persistence nor hears silent plea.
I know that is true 'cause it happened to me.

Did this happen to her as she rounded the bend?
With no more time to lose she went off the deep end.
Frustration and depression really gives one the blues.
I wish she'd be happy with a car, clothes or shoes.

But, Tarot and Biorhythms entered her New Age view,
Add numerology and auras to this epigram,
Plus crystals and knowledge of Kabala too,
(Not the toy one from Trans-O-Gram.)

Then there were angels, harmless enough,
What followed them was more metaphysical stuff.
She focused on Reiki and healing holistic,
Absorbing herself in modalities mystic.

Did she know that her journey
Also came with a danger?
To her family that loved her (more than she knew)
She has become nearly a stranger.  

All the self help books she read
did not, could not, possibly mention,
She created for family, heartbreak and pain.
Was that the purpose of her cosmic "intention"? 

Motivational books come with a high price,
That one pays for reading someones advice.
They claim what one finds but give reader's no clues.
That from taking their advice, just what they can lose.

No matter the path,
Or what one is akin to,
The problem with change,
Is what one can turn in to.

Her marriage was born in the deepest of love,
Of two facing the world hand in hand.
Now her family still wonders just what part of "I do",
That she just didn't quite understand.

Like all she desired a stress free existence,
Free from rough patches and nary a thicket.
But, reality reigns and there are unfortunate events
Unlike those penned by Lemony Snicket.

It's great to have hobbies, interests and such,
Make them part of your life and never a crutch.
Growth can be part of a marital life,
Not resulting in loss of a soul mate and wife.

If a marriage be comes ill
Then both parties are responsible.
If the past and future mean anything still
Know that "sick" does not always mean terminal.

Gone to follow her vision,
Something should remind her.
That the old saying has wisdom
To not burn her bridges behind her.

The grass on the opposite side as it's seen,
Looks much greener and most beneficial.
Until she finds out, after vaulting the fence,
Time will tell her it's all artificial.


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DATE: 18 Jul 2008, 9:15 pm / MOOD: Other

 

STAYING POWER
               Ed Iacona

When the going gets tough, the tough get going
that's a proverb we've heard before
That doesn't mean for your marriage
you should be quick to use the door.

You made a lifelong commitment
and life isn't always sweet.
Marriage is not like computer spam
you just can't click on DELETE.

You needed change?  A different world?
A metaphysical point of view?
Best to reassess your self help books dear,
because real life is not all about YOU.
 

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DATE: 13 May 2008, 8:44 pm / MOOD: Other

SORRY - 

Ed Iacona

The phrase "I'm Sorry" you may agree
Has turned into a social amenity
We say "I'm Sorry" more than Brenda Lee
Which was a hit song for her back in 1960.

You may not want to acknowledge the damage you've done
The pain that you've brought to spouse, daughter or son.
But if you've done wrong you must see the light
To take a pro-active step to returning things right

There will remain feelings that you can't erase
Lost time and memories that you can't replace
Because of your actions now nothings the same
Take a look in your mirror and know that there's blame.

Maybe those words are one's you won't do.
They may not exist in your new age point of view.
Or, don't want to hear the anger, it might make you blue
It's easier to leave your loved ones hurt and askew.
 
Just saying I'm sorry is not all it takes
No magical words to make gone the mistakes
Begin the road back with those words from your heart
They do not mark the end but maybe a start.

Your family's your bond like no other glue.
A great family we had, can we renew?
Deep in your heart you know what to do.
If I can say "I'm sorry" then I think you can too.



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