Random Thoughts About You
I.
The blood streaked across my eye
pooling into a pencil point, but
acting like it wanted to fight.
Instead, it faded, then said goodbye,
As you walked out the door.
II.
The wind whipped across the deck
like it was in a hurry to
discover something important.
Meanwhile, ocean waves became
more determined to make a statement
with crushing sound and undertow,
like how you pulled me in, then left.
III.
I woke up this morning needing
to eat these Monday blues; devouring
them with anger, cause your Shalimar
flavored pillow still mocks me
from your side of the bed.
IV.
Today I awoke inside a dream
asking the radio to play me
some long-ago R&B. Instead
of “Try Me”, what played
was, “You Keep Me Hanging On”,
Vanilla Fudge’s unedited version.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.11.2025
hello dearest poet I feel you on this interesting note my children are Aztec as was my ex…he is registered with tribe I never registered my children…I feel for your pain ❤️
Thank you for visiting Crimsin. One of my long ago ancestors was part of the Native American tribe that inhabited Manhattan when the Dutch arrived. May I ask why you never registered your children as Aztec and into the tribe? Are you Native American?
no I’m not Native American my ex was we don’t know where he currently is he wanted to register them when they were little but we didn’t do it now the kids need their day to register or go through a lot of red tape as there are large somes of money invoved…they are not asking for that just to be recognized…
Profound pain does this… when nature seems to reflect all your feelings and You also can’t enjoy anything of it. it’s like two opposite things, the nurture sharing your pains and nature is also going against You. “Random Thoughts About You” is a perfect title, the shattered mind and heart… one thought here, another there, one feeling is here another there… perfect song too, I love Kim Wild version of it. written well with feelings of numbness and emptyness being expressed and delivered clearly. Peace 🕊️ and happiness 💕 my friend.
Hi Light. I appreciate your comment. I remember Kim Wilde’s version of this song. A more “upbeat” style. While I do like the Vanilla Fudge version, my favorite is still the Supremes’ original. Their version is also more upbeat compared to Vanilla Fudge. Anyway, thanks again for your kind review.
I share your pain .. but then, I doubt you will be surprised .. nevertheless I am glad I came by this way .. you just helped me make more sense of myself and my world so ya did .. Wishing you well is becoming a reflex my friend .. kindest regards, Neville 👍👍
Hey there Neville, you are always welcome to walk through my poems. I am glad that this one helped you “make sense of your world, and yourself”. Perhaps now you could shed some light on my jumbled mess. 😕
Powerful work.
Thanks Thomas
Perfect title for this, Red.
It’s hard to make sense of all that pain sometimes, but you organized it somehow and made make sense in the beautiful way that you do.
Thank you.
Be good to you.
Ms. Mary, what a treat to have you comment on one of my poems. So, you think I’m organized, huh? Not if you saw my notebooks. 🤔😂 But I want to make a deal: I’ll be good to me, if you’ll be good to you. 🌹