Inflate Me If You Must Impotency

Inflate me if you must You praise me, you inflate me, you build me up to be the kind of person, the kind of man I do not see. I feel that somewhere ?, within life’s shadow, between the shades of no man’s land, hollow are the places my soul and I seem to know. I have travelled in the fast lane. I have flew, with a few of the elite. I have walked in sun, in clouds and in pain. I have given nothing, accomplished no feat. Like so many of us nowhere men can tell you, - it’s in our dreams - and our nightmares too. It’s behind the veiled, distorted, mystic wisdom, from whence all true light must come. Impotency Oh !, to be the life in a good morning son rise, to carry on through, with passion, until noon on high. Oh !, to know the glory of a sunset clim. To reach the dreams of one who tried to achieve the satisfaction of, but was not to be . Melanie. Lee. Atfield. I see you – many times – slither up into your dungeon, wearing it, like it was a suite of armor protecting you from life, from the outside world, from the reality you are living. You hide from the world outside – so you think – your pain, your fears, you hide them behind shields, you hide them behind elaborate masks. Linda. Blair. I watch you build me up to be the kind of man I could never see. I feel, somewhere within the shadows, in between the shades of no man’s land is the place I and my soul can find to stand. I have travelled, with some, in the fast lane, flew with a few who thought they be elite. I have walked with men, / women who are plain. With either, I have accomplished no great feat, as so many, lost, nowhere man can tell you by his dreams of , and in his nightmares, veiled wisdom lost to the conscious mind. B. J. “A” 2 May 10th 2002