Time Spent

Matt Ph.D Trusskey

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A Quarter Century of Poetry and Prose
Philosophical Poetry of Early Life

Sujets

• Philosophie
• Philosophie de la psychologie
• Poetry
• American

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• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 21 février 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456606824
• Langue: English

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TIME SPENT
 
 
A QUARTER CENTURY OF
POETRY AND PROSE
 
WITH INSIGHT ON THEIR DISCOVERY
 
 
By
Matthew M. Trusskey
 


Time Spent
© Copyright 2004 by Matthew M. Trusskey
 
The Pain of Too Much Tenderness © Copyright 1986, Attitude Adjustment © Copyright 1987 and Busy Streets © Copyright 1987 by Matthew M. Trusskey
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book shall be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or database, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without written permission from the author, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages. Although every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the author assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions.
 
 
Published in eBook format by eBookIt.com
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-0682-4
 
 
Cover Photo: copyright 1994 Jeffrey D. Myers, Houston, TX
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2004096917
 


 
 
In Loving Memory of My Parents
 
Clyde Simon Trusskey
&
Billie Louise Horton
 
PREFACE
I would like to take the opportunity in the publication of this newly compiled book to share a few thoughts with my readers. I want to express my thanks to the many people who helped and inspired me in this labor of love. Over the past 30 years or so, I have been fortunate to travel and experience many different and interesting people and places. Because of my upbringing and family background, I did not travel first class . I believe now that this helped me to be exposed to all types of individuals of several social and economic classes as well as countries. My travels and adventures came from an inherited longing to wander and wonder about the meaning of life.
 
The way in which I, as a young man, began the adventure was as a soldier. Being a soldier afforded me the luxury of traveling and experiencing without a big pocket book. I grew up in a military family, so the familiarity of it all did not hurt me either. It was later in my middle twenties that I was confronted by more of the realities of life and working for a living, as my tour of duty was over and so was the free room and board (so to speak). My poems reflect and embody these different times, cultures, people and economic situations that I have shared with the many people whose lives have become a part of mine.
 
Living, discussing/arguing and then writing has always been my way of coming to understand the things that I needed to figure out or just get out of my system in my quest for the meaning of life . Everyone should search for his or her own "meaning of/for and in life." From the many personal friendships and loves so far in my life, to the strangers, acquaintances and lonely hearts who all, in their own right, have helped me in my quest; this book is dedicated. I have found that the people I meet and the experiences we have shared along this journey are either the meaning of life or the absolute best process in the world for getting there!
 
Over the past 18 years or so I have been on a writing sabbatical (earning a living). During these years, I have shared some of my poems with various friends. I was not very surprised when most told me that one or two of the poems really "struck their fancy." Out of kindness or just disinterest, the other poems went empty in their hearts. Because these works are all very familiar to me and I understand the emotion, passion, feelings and personal experiences that went into them, I wondered. I wondered how I could get the reader, my colleagues, critics and inner circle to appreciate or possibly understand more of my work without cramming it down their throats. Once again, it was you, the reader, that showed me the way.
 
One day a friend and I were on the topic and I explained the circumstances behind a poem that I thought they would surely appreciate but didn't. It was in the telling of the story behind the poem, when I saw the light go on in their eyes! At this point, all kinds of emotions poured out of this individual. This little bit of extra explanation of the circumstances that surrounded my thoughts brought the particular poem to light for that person. The light went on for me too!
 
The first thing I thought then was, "I have a lot more to learn about writing if I am not getting my thoughts and feelings across." It was later revealed to me that it was not in the writing, but the understanding of the circumstances that brought me to such a poem that made the poetry come alive for the reader. My ego, of course, thought that this was an acceptable compromise to my writing abilities. Once I realized how to help my poetry come alive to the reader, I decided that in this work, I must write more. At the end of "Time Spent," I have decided to add personal notes "with insight on their discovery." I will try to bring the reader up to speed on what my life was like at the time and my motives behind the poems, in case they are interested in this.
 
Obviously, some poems will need less explanation than others will and some may need none. This should help my audience to more fully understand, comprehend and therefore feel the intent and possible message of my work. I hope that these insights help the reader enjoy my work, as they have for my dear friends!
 
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I first developed much of the material in this book in my twenties and early thirties and there are many people that I need to thank. I would like to thank my wife Pam for her undying support and patience over the years of my growth. I would like to thank my sister Lisa for being there for me without even knowing it.
 
In addition, special thanks are due several people who helped to make this book possible. Thanks to Ed Gibbons (published crime novelist) for pushing me over the edge by setting a great example and giving me a helping hand. Thanks to Jeff Myers for making my picture look so good and assisting with the editing, Allan H. Goodman of Solomon Publications for having "been there and done that" and the willingness to share it, and Phil Nanzetta of Signature Book Printing for making the printing professional and the process less scary for me. Thanks to all of them for their friendship, guidance and support as well.
 
Last but not least, to all of my non-nameable friends who either gave their undying support or graciously withheld their criticism.
 
THE PAIN OF TOO MUCH TENDERNESS
 

The Pain of Tenderness
The pain of tenderness
The realization
Of live and let die
 
The pain of teardrops
The realization
That they are from my eye
 
The pain of tomorrow
The realization
Of not having one
 
The pain of heartache
The realization
Of no heart left to break
 
The pain, the pain, the pain,
Of loving too much.
 

Listen to the Wisdom of a Fool
Listen to the wisdom of a fool
Listen to the wisdom of a fool
You'll listen to a story, about a man that's sorry
Listen to the wisdom of a fool
 
Looking at the only picture on the wall
I sit here alone wondering if she'll call
What am I thinking, I don't have a phone
Look at yourself fool, another mistake
And you're all alone
 
Looking at the bags under my eyes
Alone and tired, you know I have cried
What am I thinking, if only I knew
Look at yourself fool, another lie
And you're all alone
 
Looking at the life I have had
Wondering of good times and drowning in the bad
What am I thinking, pour me another bourbon
Look at yourself fool, another memory
And you're all alone
 
Listen to the wisdom of a fool
Listen to the wisdom of a fool
You'll listen to a story about a man that's sorry
Listen to the wisdom of a fool
 

A Man in Love
They met eyes on a Wednesday night
His knees were weak as he stayed in her sight
This guy he knew, a reckless plan he had
To set him up, with this date he'd never had
You were so pretty he wanted to make you his lady.
Together you made a date on Thursday, for Friday late
You had dinner and to your surprise, it was full of love
That needed no superficial compromise
He knew you were the one but fate had to come
It was his turn to go away, but he heartily promised
That he would return one day to stay
His is a man in love by then there was no doubt
He had to be with you again, he'd bet all his clout
Years passed and letters were written
But until July their love was forbidden
Then the moment came when he thought it was the day
That he had returned to forever stay
A man in love he had no doubt
That you now his wife would stay devout
You both had good times along with the bad
As a man in love he refuse to see
That the end was soon to be
Time passed by and he worked to be blessed
Then the day came when there was to be unrest
I am that man in love that she decided to leave
And for the rest of my life
I will forever grieve.
 
The Man in Love
 

Yes, I Drink Whiskey
Yes I drink whiskey when I'm happy
And yes I drink whiskey when I'm sad
So please don't criticize me
It's the only; it's the only life, I've ever had.
 
My mother said son don't you be like your father
Drinking leads to gambling and other bad things
Say mom, if you think I'm wrong
You should have thought, many years ago
To have a daughter.
 
My woman said honey don't you be like my last
Drinking leads to cheating and other bad things
Say woman, you knew what I was before you stayed
Soon she left me
And left without delay.
 
My friends said hey don't you act so damm bad
Drinking makes you fight and other bad things
Say friends, if you only knew the pain, heartache
So please forgive me
For the troubles I've had.
 
Yes I drink whiskey when I'm happy
And yes I drink whiskey when I'm sad
So please don't criticize me
It's the only; it's the only life, I've ever had.
 

Hello Dad
Hello Dad, how ya doing?
Me, the same as always
Just trying to grow up
And learning how to keep
My mouth shut.
 
Sure Dad, I've had a few