RHEY's blog: "STRESSFUL TIMES ..."

HMMMMmmmm ... it seems that one of US is special ... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I think You’re THE ONE … The more I love you, the more you flirt. The more you flirt, the more I’m hurt. The more I’m hurt, the more you flirt. The more you flirt, the more I love you. ONE of US is dirt! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Love 'n(no more) Stuff, RHEY ... September 08, 2007

DEATH CAME SILENTLY My mind began reeling, big bells began pealing, then I found myself kneeling in a river not on any map. Instead of dead, Life seemed upended, and I could hear and see, Love’s lovely lonesome sound, echoing around inside of me. Death came silently! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, November 27, 2007

NO REASON When I smiled for no reason, YOU were the reason. When I felt happy for no reason; YOU were the reason. When you died for no reason; I lost ALL reason. Now I cry for no reason; there is NO reason… …anymore! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, Dec 4, 2007

IMMACULATE DECEPTION Frequently in the Moon’s soft light WE share Love between NO, NO lines; one to OUR left, one to OUR right; we never cross a ‘no - no’ line, social standards stand inspection and thus … an Immaculate Deception of US by US! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, Sept 19, 2007

VISION IN THE NIGHT Feeling floods my sleeping, Stirring unheard sounds of weeping in my head. Stimulated senses flow a senseless stream of silent shapes and sightless sounds, a misty reddish glow surrounds my bed. I dream. I scream! Wrapped in the velvet darkness of a cell that cannot be, someone struggles motionless, trying to be free. Whirling ‘thru an endless void, in a nightmare of despair, trapped in a chamber of her mind, I see me there. Warm wet walls surround me, throbbing in the night. flashing thought connections explode outside my cell, and bathe the inside of her brain, I strain to fight, as stressful tensions climb. I yell, it seems and soundless soulful screams resound to echo ‘round the dungeon in her mind. She does not hear. I sigh, and tremble at the feeling of her blood. Fearful lest the fluid intermingling of our Minds make her aware I am imprisoned there, that we are trapped together by the strangeness of a dream that might be real. Can this be real? I feel her fears. Fear of years, of time, the tears. The agony of strife, the pain of being wife instead of person. The pounding heart that raced the clock, that paced her search for meaning to a life we could not share. Hopeless darkness shrouds her eyes, she does not feel me there. Clinging walls deny me breath, clicking seconds threaten death, I pray. Yet endless moments waste away, hours to years press on, suddenly all time is gone. Waking in my lonely bed, I know my dream of love is dead. It died with me inside! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, January 10, 1975

THERE IS A RUMOR THAT THE BELOW POETIC 'CRY IN THE NIGHT' IS AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL ... I refuse to respond to such a representation on the grounds that it is written that a man, regardless of his height, or lack thereof, cannot be compelled to testify about his personal Mantra! Love 'n (on my knees again) Stuff, RHEY ... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ RHEY’S MANTRA On hands and knees, Mumbling pleas, I search for sanctuary. After a while, With a smile, I try hot matrimony For my teasing, and squeezing, I now pay alimony Back on my knees, Mumbling please, I search for Sanctuary! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, July 19, 2007

At some point in the passage of time, the question of aging surfaces. Am I getting older? Am I "middle aged"? Those questions are frequently accompanied by a few shivvers and shakes! The specific answer, of course, is different for each person. As you can see from the Poem below ... it happened to ME ... and I listened to what my Brain was whispering into my ears; it sounded something like this ... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MIDDLE AGE? As I sit and weep and wail, make believing life’s a jail, my mind goes tumble jumble, as ‘thru my gloom I fumble! What the hey is going on? I jerk and twitch. my feelings itch, and no one’s here to scratch ‘em, fast as I can hatch ‘em … Is this ‘mid-age’ change of life? I sigh, I cry, I contemplate my navel, Never really getting started, since wife and love departed, to grow again, to know again, just what I want to do. What do I want to do? , … but wait … hesitate a little longer, for now I’m going somewhere, going upward on without her, yet sadly looking her way, yearning still to say … I love you … I love you … I love you!, ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, June 14, 1973

“BREAKING NEWS! “ "I read the news and stood..." disbelieving we would let the world see birds of a feather, fluff together, publicly. You and me, Eagerly … fluffing up, fluffing down, forth fluffing, back fluffing. You and me, together timing the rhyming, so each can hear and see, love’s rhythmic poetry, of WE, YOU and ME, together feather fluffing, together loving, AGAIN ! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, November 23, 2006

Visualize a young Sailor, 20 years old ... at sea on a US NAVY Destroyer ... during the Korean war ... looking at the ocean moving ... waiting for the ships guns to begin thundering again ... looking inside his head ... listening to the whispering of his Brain ... dreaming of a love that he wished were true ... of a love he was soon to meet ... ... dreaming is what I used to do when I was young ... ... dreaming/inventing is what I did in the middle years... ... dreaming/thinking is what I do as life ends for me ... ...... DREAM ...... DREAM ...... DREAM ...... DREAM ...... ALL IN ALL, I GUESS YOU COULD CALL ME A 'DREAMER' ... SURE WORKS WELL FOR WRITING POETRY AND INVENTING ... BUT IT WAS AND IS A LONELY JOURNEY ... HERE'S WHAT MY DREAMS LOOKED LIKE AT 20 YEARS OF AGE ... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ FRUSTRATION Strange I feel – poetic too, All my thoughts belong to you. Odd tonight, this lonely feeling, Silently upon me stealing. Weird, unreal, my mind is whirling, Here I sit, my pencil twirling, Words on paper poorly telling, That which in my heart is welling. Man shall never learn to write, Emotions such as these tonight. Words have beauty, yet are cold; What I feel can not be told. But deep within me you are there, And ‘tho I rave or pull my hair, Attempting what no man can do, Unexpressed my thoughts are tool Unexpressed, for you won’t know, The Love I feel and try to show. How could you – for words can’t say, Words at best, a sorry way! Helplessly I write the line, Defiant of all passing time. Only words, old words ‘tis true, I love you Dear, - I do, I do! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, November, 1952

EVERYTHING NEW IS OLD AGAIN There are some who love to live, not to give, just to live, life passes by, they don’t know why. And I … I live to love, love to give, not just live, but to give, life passes by, I don’t know why. And “we” … We say Hi, you say Good Bye, I persist, You insist, “WE” don’t exist! I am alone … you are alone, one of ‘we’ begins to cry, it is me, and ‘you’ know why. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, August 6, 2006