MY NAME: Spencer Bell
I decided, that today, I am going to let SPENCER’S words speak for themselves:
Not that it’s of any formidable consequence.
It is Spencer,
son of William.
Scholar of many crafts
and traveler of many lands.
A vagabond of sorts
with an affinity for poetry and lager
and many things carnal.
A Dreamer
and gazer of stars.
Both fire and earth by the zodiac
and dispositionally aerial.
A connoisseur of kisses
and chemicals
and philosophy.
though I claim none as my own.
A finger in most every pie
within my reach
and a hand in many
unknowing puppets.
A discusser of Shakespeare,
though a modest reader.
A Heretic by many rights
and a demon in the eyes of the law.
Content, but somehow so empty.
Missing so much
yet satisfied to watch the world
turn below my feet.
A critic of most everything.
Harsh in my judgments,
but gentle in my casting of them.
Aimlessly lost between thestatic and the history books.
Dabbling in the first
but always looking for a way to sneak into the latter.
Quite complicated for such a simple fellow,
or perhaps just very simply complex.
I walk with the step of a man who knows his mind,
but write with the blindness of a deeply lost spirit.
My soul, I know, is old.
Perhaps amongst the oldest.
But my naïveté never seems to flag.
I question what I know,
and often times don’t know what I question.
I listen for answers, but quickly lose attention
in them if they aren’t particularly compelling.
I’m potentially a waste of humanity
as I’ve wasted much of my human potential.
My fear of death is minute, though it makes itself
abundantly apparent.
I know not what to expect after this life,
though I am positive that there is something.
My eyes, I’ve heard are deeper than most,
though I see this world as being terribly shallow.
I am simultaneously hasty and lazy.
My aspirations are little,
so as not to disappoint myself when I don’t meet them.
I’m honestly not sure where this life is going
and I just as honestly do not care.
So long as I can love
and be loved.
So long as I can inspire
and be inspired.
So long as the sun keeps sliding through the sky,
and the rain still falls on occasion,
I’m sure that whatever supremely awaits me
shall come.
And when finality brings itself to me,
I will not run and vainly avoid the inevitable.
I will cast my arms out and blindly
embrace my end
Just as I have always embraced whatever
Has come with the wind.
Spencer Bell – September 2003 journal entry
There isn’t anything I can add to this,or say about it, without taking away from it and that is the last thing I would ever want.
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