Step Off the Edge
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Listen to the Birds Sing
Inside
I feel this urge to break
The corners of my soul
Freeze.... only to thaw
Wait for a few years
You are young ...I am old
We are alive .... they are dead
They haunt us
Why fore art thou dead?
My body slithers into the depths of hell
My soul is freed
The gates await
The gates are within
The soul inner....the body outer
They meet in the center....life
And where alive, also dead
Death is eternal
Life is eternal
Inner is outer
The soul speaks
Listen, for it speaks a language unknown
It tells a story
Of dreams and visions
Of heresy and heros
Of myths
Ride the wind
To inner spoils
Hear the words
Light the fire
Shout, scream, rage, yell
For inside it tears
The pain of a thousand souls,
Be afraid
Inside, outside .... backwards, forwards
Death is the only answer
Life is the only end
Listen to the birds sing
Boys On the Street
Impeccable warriors stand
and fight wave after wave
of fierce energy
drawing them back to
where their spirits were born
Now standing in Khakis
and silk shirts.
Their strength got them away.
The shadows draw them back,
back to unfinished business.
Business that would shame their Mothers
and kill their Fathers.
Business that will torture them,
so death will be welcome
when the knife of guilt
pierces their heart.
Cold In The Attic
the emptiness
runs like the ocean
deep in the crevices
I saw the hole
in the board
once a bird filled it
an eagle, carrying
courtyards and skeletons
the angel on my
shoulder
is gone
she always guided me
and protected me
right or wrong
now she has left
to leave me to search
for a new path
a new road
in a new eternity
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About the Book
Experts from the Preface:
...stem from the musings of my early years to the
present. Some of the poems were written
before I even knew about my disability. Others are about dealing with the
labyrinths of changes my body was going through because of the disability
during my late teens and twenties. Still others embody the concept of not
knowing how long I would live...nterwoven in all of them is the mystery of life
and the wonder that the world has to offer... from feelings of love and
heartbreak to deep dark thoughts of depression and suicide...In times of
extreme disorientation and depression the writing was dark and
self-absorbed...the writings show an utter confusion about life, some show pure
unadulterated pain and rage about and at society, toward myself and my
disability...other parts show sensitivity and humor towards love and life.
Included is the very first poem I wrote in the margins of a homework assignment
in school, Red Glow...also included are published poems, which were
published during my college years. And a poem that is telling of some
children’s lives and is an award winning poem, Armchair Monster.
About the Author
Thom Fritz lives in Venice, California. He grew up
there in a somewhat isolated and awkward childhood. At 16 he was diagnosed with
Friedreich’s Ataxia, a rare progressive disorder. Now he knew why his early
years were so difficult and confusing. In spite of his disability, or because
of it, he built a three-wheeled motorcycle that was modified to carry his, then
manual, wheelchair and in his early twenties he lived the Biker lifestyle. He
studied printing in high school and worked clumsily as a printing pressman.
Then in college he studied printing management and was employed as a printing
estimator. Later he went on to earn his Masters degree in psychology and in
1996 he became a licensed M.F.T.. He has since put his license on the Inactive
list and at 43 is once again searching for who he is.