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i'm bored . . .

patsy cline's tune

is that all there is,

echoes in my head

i'm in the flesh

i'm a dead weight

they call it, in a funk

i call it stupefying

i'm in the dregs

some call it depression

doldrums of the soul is a good phrase,

don't you think?

a world full of beauty

and I am overwhelmed by boredom

the gadgets of fun fail

at times they vex me to travail

i am a prisoner in the world,

i am prey,

i am victim,

i am weak and vulnerable

i'm in the flesh

be on guard

my hands- no claws,

my feet- not hooves,

my skin- not scales,

not fur,

not ape,

regardless what the evolution priests preach

that diatribe is not only boring

paralyzes my being

keeps me from praying

curdles my blood

poisons it like a cobra's venom

stares into my eyes like methuseda

fries my senses to revolt

need an antidote

to cure the boredom of the reptile's lies

i am cold, exposed to the bitter snows and winds,

i am no match for the heat of desert,

no match for wild plants that cut and rip and pierce

and impale

and poison

nature gives no mercy

'cept for its plants, medicinal and sustenance

she brings relief and pain

she's nice and harsh

i welcome the replacement

she slaps me out of funk

I have no time for boredom 

when I'm fighting for my life,

for warmth

for food

for shelter

for defense 

and when i have a semblance of these

a modicum measure in the great span of time

for my mind heart soul 

to sustain a bit of equilibrium

in the dizzying milieu of exacerbation

in this world's system,

in the least, i have a relative temporal,

an intermittent thing called rest

but wait . . .

hold on tenacious tight

like the suction cups of octopii

'cause the fill of this is sparse and short lived,

it'll be brief

before another kill

another disturbance

another deer in headlights moment

another storm like Job's

like a rabbit chewing,

pausing, listening for the wolf's ambush

ears erect, beating heart

peace of mind is fleeting,

always wistful, transient

joy with happiness lasts not long if at all,

you sing your song

and move on,

another day,

rinse cycle repeat,

rise work sleep

maybe if you're not in a cell somewhere

count your blessings

boredom doesn't always sound so bad after all?

you better be ready

ready yourself for the next blow

it'll come unexpected as well as expected

world troubles are inevitable

duh, y' think?

i'm bored with the media clips

and feeds of so called breaking news

amounts to the same ol' news

just a different wrap

breaking news- oh my

will it add another inch 

of growth of hair or mind?

thanks for the info

i feel better already

boredom's been caged

come see the beast,

don't rattle the bars

it'll turn on you

and feed you more

of the same ol' fake information

your joy to take,

if you take,

it too seriously,

no cure for the blues or bore

it'll bring you more . . .

then deep in my soul

i heard a still, small voice

gentle and firm and lovely filled, 

through the veil,

come to me all you are weak and weary

and heavy laden

and i will give you rest

in this world you will have tribulation,

be of good cheer, i have overcome the world,

believe in me,

and i will give you rest,

because my yoke is light

my bored heart springs a leap

i rise to my feet

my heart skips a beat,

i'm sudden strengthened from above

i rise to grip his hand,

by him overcome

despair, it lifts too,

off of me

seek and you will find

ask and the door will be opened to you

let me in

and I'll sit at dinner with you

I'm alive

believe in me

a different realm,

through the veil

i rise as if on eagle's wings

to meet the day,

with a shield of armour

the gospel of peace in my heart and head

the word of God my Father's instead

in place of emptiness

in place of is that all there is?

takes the place of boredom and its inner demons

who weild the thing called depression

i change my mask of woe

for one of love and hope

i grasp the tools from his Son

and look to find

to bring an ease of burden to someone else

and share the love of Christ

and so help myself

though i be down

i'll lift you up as best i can

in in the doing find my being

that fills me with his Holy Spirit

i'm bored no more, 

til the next round

in the ring of satan's tribulation

to the final knockout punch

at a place called Armageddon