I have loved…
And have been loved
I have regrets…
And have been the object of regret
I’ve done some good…
And have been the recipient of some good deeds
I have suffered for myself and others…
And know that others too have suffered for me
Impatient? Yes I have been that…
And I’ve seen impatience directed at me
I have been dishonest…Tho’ only to a small degree
And not nearly as much as others have been to me
Always without…looking in…
Never a taker nor much a giver
Always barely getting by, thru’ thick and thin
Like a tiny floating twig
On a wide muddy river
A leaf taken hostage by the wind
Wandering aimlessly….here and there
A capricious breeze in the trees
A visage deep etched
On Dark smoked glass
A face sketched in charcoal
By a withered, harried hand
A wall of wire wrapped…
Tight round the heart
I dance with the Devil
And come away uncharred
Always an outrider and knowing full well
That free will is but an illusion
Yet in truth I’m still unfettered and
…Inspired…
Categories:
uncharred, destiny, feelings, introspection, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
As I drift along the cosmos
taking eons for my thoughts to osmos.
Here’s an idea that might sound ALIEN,
just show some MOON to keep from failin.
Originating from a place called Ur-anus,
not a PLANET but designed to contain us.
Try converting your STUN GUN
to ignite the methane for fun.
You’re destined to be a galactic STAR,
by keeping those cheeks ajar.
If you try this poetic dictum
don’t explode or you’ll become a victim.
You need to arrive sans detonation
uncharred by self-immolation.
Categories:
uncharred, funny, future, imagination, planet,
Form: Rhyme
The thoughts that spark,
the Spark in the Dark.
A Line the Poet writes,
the Beauty that strikes.
I feel 'em in you.
You are the Notion to my Realisation.
Your name that speaks
and echoes through gorges deep.
Your eyes that blink
and force me to think-
You're beauty uncharred.
You are the Essence of my Inspiration.
Aren't you the mystic Queen?
Or for least the Princess serene? ?
Have I not felt you in some myth?
Or the one, for ages, i've been with? ?
Are you really there? I feel
You're the Mistress of my Imagination.
But you seem so alive.
For your glimpse each day, I survive.
You are, in someway, assorted with the air
I breathe and yet, was never aware.
Yes, O dear, now I know
You surely are, The patron of my Animation.
You are an enigmatic Sensation.
And my definition to Perfection.
You are my Castle of Spain;
Forget it, you're much tougher to explain.
Whatever you are,
You are my Eternal Satisfaction...
Categories:
uncharred, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, beauty, beauty,
Form: Lyric