ST. PARIS – Lawrence E. “Frosty” Cook, 57, of Saint Paris, passed away on Friday, February 3, 2017. A gathering of friends and family will be held from 1 to 4 p.m. on Saturday, February 11, 2017 in the Evans-Purk Building, 115 S. Church St., Saint Paris. ATKINS-SHIVELY FUNERAL HOME, St. Paris, is serving the family.
Speculating about how things might change
or twist into something so precarious…
Down to the final switch of fate,
Under the eaves of sturdy beams of trust
Where Ivy leaves cling to the walls of timeless flights,
With their own iron grip,
Never letting go…of their perilous sights and inner perceptions.
Flowing ever so wildly, like the steam from a cooling expressway.
Bleeding the dawn until dusk separates the distances.
Idling freely among the breezes and cloud torrents,
Perspiring amidst the opinions and judgements of others,
Preferably, living from one day to the next one,
If only these ideas could be unabridged and complete…
Not caught in dreams of a woman from your past.
Often, continually searching for those lost sensations,
While being in the world as something that might be
compared to confinement with no custody.
Then, you are taken away to the holes of hell,
Leaving the pits of deceit behind upon exit.
Shrunken memories become the spoken word,
Serving no real purpose.
Yet, faces, they reenter and they go…
Like subtle apparitions arriving so similar to
ghostly mirror images on a surface of a frozen lake.
These somewhat fickle beings become the trend,
Inside the minds that are
never letting go…
Honestly, time doesn’t heal all,
Not the things that never happened, or the things that did.
What is left behind becomes the fog of oneself?
Is so relentless,
Thoughts are garbled,
Can one honestly, think about their early years
As this insatiable insanity continues to fester,
Longing for a time in the past,
But, there is no future.
These tangles of yearning,
Caused the original darkness where you
Adapted to your inner sanctum
Where loving, hating, and everywhere between…
Caused the cursing, the changing emotions, and
Many hardened thoughts.
I am wearing a flowing scarf of strangling tensions,
With the past that has grown tired of the aggressive belligerent,
Of never letting go…
Until you are gone.
–J. E. Cook ©2017 (In memory of Lawrence E. Cook)