Michael Jordan Poet Couplet

The Jigsaw Puzzle

Have you ever been insane?
Lost inside your own pain

Just trying hard to figure out
What this life is really about?

There are voices up in my mind
Sometimes sanity is hard to find

Whenever I find myself all alone
I keep knocking but no ones home

I study the lines that cover my face
The jigsaw puzzle seems out of place

I don’t seem to know myself anymore
Seems my monkey took off with a whore

The only thing left sitting here is me
And my one-day at a time sobriety

When it all starts breaking down
I am just a ghost inside a clown

But I reckon that too will be ok
Long as I remember how to pray

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Vince Suzadail Jr. March 4, 2009 at 11:15 AM Michael, prayer can carry us through all the hard times. Another good write. Vince

Cecil Hickman March 1, 2009 at 7:10 PM an amazing piec of analysis of you,,life is just like a jigsaw puzzle you have to find and fit the pieces,,a wonderful write,,I too can relate to this in so many ways,,Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem,,,blessings..Cecil

Illyanna De La Keur March 1, 2009 at 12:39 PM very nicely written as a recovering alcholic it warms my heart

Carolyn Devonshire March 1, 2009 at 10:22 AM Michael, love the line "I keep knocking by no one's home." I can really feel your struggle in this poem. Thanks for sharing, Carolyn

Mary Duhart February 28, 2009 at 3:40 PM Michael if we were all honest with ourselves we all have or had issues to face. Had it not been for prayer I know I too would have lost it a long time ago. The prayers of the righteous availeth much. Find the positive and keep your focus there for we create our destiny by our words. We are snared by the words of our mouth. Continue to write. Your healing is in your work. Continue to share. You have great support here.

Brian Strand February 26, 2009 at 12:55 AM No doubt about it Michael.You are the PS couplet king.Nice work.thanks for your always welcome comments .Rgds Brian

Raul Moreno February 26, 2009 at 12:48 AM "The only thing left sitting here is me, and my one-day at a time sobriety" Great line Michael, Thanks for stopping by and making a comment. I did make it into a shape/concrete poem, but I had to list it as couplet for Brian's contest. I'm glad you liked it, it took a while to get the shape made...Raul

Alley Poe February 25, 2009 at 2:18 PM Sometimes I feel the same way. Thank you for writing the feeling so beautifully.

Ernesto P. Santiago February 25, 2009 at 12:08 PM What a touching piece of art you've here, well written! Thanks for your warm comment on my stuff. rgds, Ernesto

John Loving Iii February 24, 2009 at 3:41 PM Halleleuia aman! I've known yo for a long time and i'm alittle familure with your past so let me say this was heart felt comming from you. i know the lines you put into it because some of them are mine also. but it was the last line that got me. we share this. great poetry. John H. Loving III

John Tanaskow February 24, 2009 at 5:10 AM the guy in the ball cage. music in the right doses. and hold on.

Frank F. Atanacio February 23, 2009 at 2:16 PM oh yeah-- you took it up-- :) well penned

Belinda Parish February 23, 2009 at 8:36 AM Well, you took the words right out of my mouth on this one...I can see myself here. Another fantastic write my dear Michael.

Catherine Reinke February 23, 2009 at 5:28 AM yes no insanity, great catherine

February 22, 2009 at 9:37 AM Nice blending of the concept of a jigsaw puzzle with life challenges--so fitting. Amen to you last stanza. Blessings to you. Karen

Cheryl Ann Ross February 22, 2009 at 5:45 AM Oh my! How well written. I love the "jigsaw puzzel" verse. I think most of us have been in your poem, if only for a crazy moment.

Sharon Winter February 22, 2009 at 5:00 AM The answer is yes, I've been there. Just came back actually. I guess if we didn't have those insane days, we wouldn't appreciate the good ones. Your poetry touches a deep chord my friend. Awesome write. Love, Shar

Arany P. February 22, 2009 at 1:48 AM gosh.. this ones got a lot.. emotions, joke, passion.. oh crazyness too!! lovely write, MJ! ~ Arany

Iolanda Scripca February 21, 2009 at 11:28 PM "Whenever I find myself all alone I keep knocking but no ones home" Michael, we all are behind your door. Just open it. We'll have a SURPRISE PARTY...

Robin L. Gass February 21, 2009 at 8:49 PM Very moving couplet, Michael. That's all we can do is one day at a time. I can relate to some of those feelings lke so many others. You have expressed those feelings so clearly here. I like the end which is your strong hold. great write! Love, Robin

Barbara Gorelick February 21, 2009 at 3:32 PM Be proud one-day at a time. Some great lines in this one. BG

Steve Voorhees February 21, 2009 at 2:36 PM Well written Michael....I completely understand the "observing my shell" perspective here. Its hard to face sometimes but you should always draw pride from your sobriety...that is a challenge many aren't strong enough to face. You should always be proud of that! Much love, Steve

Donna Golden February 21, 2009 at 12:36 PM Yes, Michael. This is a relatable piece that eventually comes to the crux of the matter. All we have when all is swept away is our faith. Powerful write. Donna

Marie Prance February 21, 2009 at 10:15 AM A beautiful and heart felt write, Ipray you have a Blessed day,Marie

Christopher Higgins February 21, 2009 at 9:26 AM A ghost inside a clown..monkey took off with a whore..many awesome lines in this piece that I can relate to brother. The confusion inside sometimes seems to be too much..the only answer is prayer..when that goes I am up the creek.