Rest, or something like it

My BFFGF recently asked me where I find rest.
I quickly recited my hearts hobbies:
writing, guitar, reading.
Then I wondered if I really found rest there,
or if I knew what rest really meant.
I thought about how I secretly long to be recognized for my hearts hobbies,
while simultaneously knowing such to be taboo.
Then I thought if I even partially think
I do or could do or long to do these things for others sake,
could my rest really lie there?
Or is it just a lie.
I think you don't give these thoughts much entertainment,
if the gesture is for rest.
And so ill cease to confess much more,
whether my writes are wrong or right.
I'll just simply continue to explore,
letting go of this debatable mystery
I'll let my rest be,
and let the rest be history.

Ideas: Life and Death

Any Nay
Some ideas take on life
while others only die. 
I wonder how many there have been
where we haven't gotten it right.

We get a light bulb in our brain
& let others place their vote
& that's when ideas sink
or start beginning to float.

How I dream of that day
when my ideas passion veto's any nay
& I'll hold that needle nice & high
atop that mountain of hay.

ridiculously naked lives

I haven't been able to get these lines from Dr. Victor Frankl's book "Man's Search For Meaning" out of my mind (p. 34):

"... the illusions some of us still held were destroyed one by one, and then, quite unexpectedly, most of us were overcome by a grim sense of humor.  We knew we had nothing to lose except our so ridiculously naked lives." 

It's funny, because I think all any of us really have are our ridiculously naked lives.  Since the creation of man, our creator has given us nothing more, and nothing less.  Yet it takes the hell of a Nazi concentration camp to remind us of this.  Most of us forget it still, often.  As I ceaselessly do.  Worrying and afraid, foolishly, as if I had something to lose.  God is not a void where we sit when we're naked.  Our nakedness is the truest expression of God we will never know, by our own power.

Laughing Fish

Give a man a fish
you feed him for a day.
Make a man laugh
he'll be your friend for life.