Unabiding Ritualistic Radiation
A ritual born
as radiance toils
straight forth from my center eye
threatening to overshadow
everything that you are
like a bad cancer
that takes life from afar
that takes back what was never given
and return what was never there
as a sign you truly care
if not now when, how and where?
I can't feel back very long
I can't send back what went wrong
I can't sense that in a fog
that's encircling so many pawns
A blue baby is always sad
just maybe there's more to that
his happy gland broken, he hopes it back
pick up the pieces then glue them intact
I am more than a maybe
but less than a yes
more better than average
yet far from best
at least not the worst
its reserved for a time
when I give up trying
and pay all an unpaid mind
A care these days
is hard to give
a bad decision
is hard well lived
a stare unknowing
to spark a burst
that sets off a chain
into random verse
that starts a seance
of heavy chanting
until blood and sweat
build from heavy panting
I'm alive, survived
where others fell
went in and came out of
the wishing well
with more than just a
fist of pennies
I let loose a wish
so pretty
it will radiate now
for years to come
why do I wait forever
when twenty eight years
have come and gone?
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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