May 20, 2005
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My Salvation
A few years ago I climbed atop a horse
A horse that saved my very life
All was new and wonderful
I, full of enthusiasm
We rode together constantly
Without gaps in time and distance
But life changed, rearranged
I rode less frequently
Rides became shorter
Fondness slowly faded
Other priorities arrived
Yet still I rode…
From time to time
Someday soon, I fear
I’ll fall from the saddle
(Lacking practice, I’m out of shape)
Landing again upon the ground
My life in my own hands
Instead of riding faithfully
Will I have the courage
To try to ride again
The very horse that saved me
When I had nothing left to loose
And my whole life to gain?
Perhaps its time for me to ride…
Before it is too late
Comments (26)
very nice….
My speakers arent working yet. My friends husband is supposed to come over and fix them. i feel left out…lol. I hope youre having an awesome weekend my friend. Thanks again for everything that you do.
Dear Andreas,
Perhaps you can lend me your talent. I’m always asking my friend Jim, who not only is a gutarist, but has virtually a whole 32 track recording studio (icluding an 88 key electrci piano, and full drum set when his friend Scot brings them), to record more original music for me to use on my videos but he spends most of his time recording his “band” and doesn’t do many “soundtracks” or “instrumentals”. If you have something that I could add “images” to let me know, and we can ‘collaborate”.
What I heard was choice. I’d like to hear more “original ” stuff on the Xanga sites I read.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philospher, fool
guess who the unexpected spark is
*smiles*
You sound so great! Like Carlos Santana. Fantastic guitar, man.
Anyway, I came initially to ask: where have you been? Did you jump off a cliff thinking you could fly and discovered you couldn’t and now you’re laying on the ground with your brains splattered all over the place like spaghetti with red sauce?
Or what?
lisa
it’s a pretty cool sound
That is a great sound you made there. Is that a Fender Strat? plus maybe a different one? I wish I had an electric again, but I’m still in an accoustic mode mostly. If I record something, will you host it for me? Naw… never mind. I’d get famous and start doing drugs again and end up OD’ing or something. Some groupies would be nice though
Andreas,
Never apologize for living my friend. Yes, we miss you…your humor, your words and your replies…but we can wait. You are worth it!!!
Have an awesome weekend!
much love,
SA
amen!…
Its been hectic this way too Andreas. I completely understand. Just know that you are missed.
Andreas, your comments always bring a huge smile to my face. Im still laughing over that one. Thank you so much for just being you….youre an awesome and amazing man!!!
Sure, sure, we haven’t been forgotten.
That’s what aaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllll the musicians say.
go ahead, treat us like the groupies we are.
Lol, I guess we’ve both been busy!
my guess: writing
so, what time do we saddle up? ya gotta get back in the saddle to keep the monkey off your back, no?
this is clean and pure and good. love it.
Dear Andreas,
I hope it is writng or making love and not drinking. Just a sec…got to get a fresh brew. Ahhhhh.
This is, as usual, a great poem filled with fantastic imagery and metaphor. I have often been of the mind that a fine work of poetry doesn’t need to be interpreted “correctly, i. e. as the author intended” in order to be of merit to the reader. Whatever the reader gains from experiencing the work of art is of a positive nature.
I was quite surprised to see 17 comments including one of my own for today until I read your disclaimer. Admit it, you just want to get the 25 or 50 comments it takes to get on Xanga’s Featured Content!
Yours Truly,
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
(and I miss your excellent comments on WhenWordsCollide, but don’t attempt to read any of my entries this week unless you have PLENTY of time on your hands. I went a bit overboard with long writing exercises this week. LOL)
Ok Im a bit confused but thats not hard for me to get that way. That is a great poem and Im thinking maybe the horse is Xanga or poetry? Its a great metaphor and I thabnk you for always sharing and inspiring me. You know how awesome I think you are so I wont embarrass you by gushing too much in my comment :O) Have an awesome weekend!!
I seriously thought something terrible happened to you two. I can now breathe a sigh of relief if you have a new update.
God!
lisa
Andreas,
This is wonderful…and so full of wise things…yes friend…go ride…RIDE RIDE RIDE…but if you do fall…get up…rub your sore butt and ride some more…we may be out of practice…but we never forget how…just like breathing.
Deep breaths may be hard, but even shallow gulps keep us alive.
So good to see you and your words. I was getting a bit worried, but…life does this I know. Welcome back friend.
warmest thoughts,
SA
zowie. I just love this one. and the music- perfectumundo…….
-Carmen-maria
if it isn’t a motorcycle I would have guessed wrong…
You are insane you anti smoker! I’m so proud of you two! It isn’t easy, I know. I quit about, wait, let’s see, almost four years ago! Wow. I didn’t realize it had been that long. You can do it. You can!
You’ll be amazed at how deep your lungs are once you do quit!
Keep me informed. I can offer support if either one of you need it. I wish I lived near you guys. I’d love to come hang out.
lisa
Hmm…Is the horse writing?
I’ve missed you, my friend. Life gets crowded, no? I love this poem so much. I think I remember seeing it on EP, and I’m hoping I actually had the time to comment on it. Just wish I had more time to spend writing and corresponding with other writers these days. I’m getting out of some of my outside commitments, though. Just got to be too much. I find myself wanting to just be home more. Ah, well…just wanted to stop by and tell you “Hey…” in my best southern drawl.