Six months
Since pen touched paper
Six months
Since words freely flowed
Six months
Since I last gave a damn
About this passion
That once upon a time
Brought me joy
It’s time
For passions to return
Not all at once
Not too sudden
I couldn’t handle that
But slowly
Day by day
Word by word
Passions shall return
– James Dubeau
And on the seventh day
In all the infinite wisdom
Of all the creatures
In all the worlds
Across all the universes
And dimensions
FORGOT!
ThE cReAtOr FoRgOt!
Skipped a day
Was tired
Needed a break
Slip of the mind
Ruining plans
Laid out with care
But that’s fine
What the creator destroyed
The creator creates
New plans
Progressing forward
Shifting goals
Not a failure
Honest
Just accomplishing goals
Along a separate track
Still creating
Worlds and lives
It’s
All
Good
For real
This time
– James Dubeau
Why is it
That I forget to do
That which I claim
To enjoy doing?
Why can’t I remember?
Why can’t I do it?
The days tick on past
But not one neuron fires
To remember
What I should do
What I want to do
What I need to do
– James Dubeau
Sitting in the coffee shop
Early on Sunday morning
As I often do
Laptop open
Document ready
But my words
My words
They do not flow
I stare at the screen
Flashing cursor
Staring back at me
Judging me
My drive
My passion
Has left
Only emptiness
Remains
Unfulfilled void
Of sitting
And staring
At blank
Nothing
– James Dubeau
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