PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Nothing inspires me anymore.  It’s just fusion and ossification into a sparkling, incandescent jewel.  I’ll pluck its beauty and keep it for more own.  The pearls are cast down from oysters and pleasant dining is ensured although my appetite is not arrived in full.  No sense of urgency unto the final act of destiny.  Music is thought an answer and it only makes me think of you.  Tender inspiration is surely near to thee.  And I soak up sunlight in the early evening all aglow with radiant pureness of your spirit.  And heaven must have sensed my despair and sent me an angel to guide me on my path through life.  Golden moments ensue in each and every day of my life.  The events and the adventures are aplenty.  Various pitfalls are set up and multiple stops are made on the way.  No one can ever know what will be and all the cute slogans fail to hold up in the events of actual life.  In many ways, I have married God although it seems an unlikely affair.  I can not cross the bridge above.  I stand on the piers overlooking that black and muddy river.  All that jazz is just better off let well enough alone.  There’s little available left to speak of love or other unholy emotions.  They are to be quashed in the mix of spiritual thought.  I reject its nature and begin to nurture my spirit.  I maintain the seeds of life and the proteins they provide.  I am expecting to make it through another night.  My lousy acting aside I have pulled the wool over their eyes.  I have finally made them see what I wanted them to see.  And all but you were fooled by it and you seemed to love me just the same in spite of, perhaps because of, all my flaws.