Steve Voorhees Poet Lyric

Coming Up For Air

Skipping record stutters tunes 
we've heard and refuse to listen to,
bristle to, and grow weary as the familiar refrain remains

Invading the peaceful quiet life afforted
once briefly, but ever fleeting, as the noise
      grows...and grows
Feeding off complacency... 
  torments the only place for me
     that my mind couldn't shred my insides

Is there refuge in the righteous right way I write about?
  Is there a sliver of straight forward in a world turned inside out?
        I can't see the light yet know it's blinding 
           when I find it...
These sound like fairytales to me, a far off land I've never seen
  ....a distant hope I pray could be a slow, yet sudden, reality

I'll breathe more air to swell these lungs,
so they may push my heart to beating.
I'll listen to all the words I've shunned,
so they might set my eyes to seeing.
if the risk I take opening up, is being cut...
then I'll pride myself in bleeding...

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Nicole Sharon Brown November 20, 2009 at 1:33 PM great write!

John Loving Iii October 22, 2009 at 6:03 PM rat

Donna Golden September 16, 2009 at 8:27 PM Steve, I absolutely LOVE the last stanza! You've poured your heart out here. I realize I've missed your work over the busy summer. Blessings, Donna

Sara Kendrick September 10, 2009 at 4:28 AM Interesting thoughts put to pen. Sara

Hana Ryusaka September 9, 2009 at 8:13 PM I absolutely love this line: "Is there a sliver of straight forward in a world turned inside out?" Beautiful. Poetrysoup has diiiied and you've been gone forever =[ It's good to see you again.

Debbie Guzzi September 9, 2009 at 5:16 PM wonderful...wonder full! It sure ain't easy being .....is it? BIG BIG HUG! Love the verse!!!

John Loving Iii September 9, 2009 at 5:02 PM steve. do we not mean that much that you leave us as you did. i and who thought of you as a friend. to whom could i turn for a fresh male perspective given with your style and grace. i actually worried if you were dead and schemed on how to get the copy rights to your work. but alas your death was greatly exagerated. welcome home son. jhl

Carol Sunshine Brown September 9, 2009 at 8:52 AM Thank you for sharing your fasinating poetry with us today Steve. ~~~Smiles~~~ I wish you the best in your writing endeavors. Love, Carol

James Marshall Goff September 8, 2009 at 8:41 PM feeling everything, your feet on the surface! yes! powerful! Steve!...jim

Carolyn Devonshire September 8, 2009 at 6:05 PM Wow! Very insightful, Steve. Sometimes it seems "the world is too much with us," but you still take the risk, knowing you may cut and bleed. Great courage; awesome poem! Love, Carolyn