PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

with a harsh clap of consciousness I wake from the fall

forgetting everything yet missing nothing at all

seeing through the dark only to blinded again by the

light

scraping by on just my collective wit

knowing a lot can go wrong when one becomes too bright

I carry on conversations with myself with the greatest

of ease

my disappointment in love's squandered tandem

I do my best to appease

life so quickly doesn't seem as funny as in its

hey days of old

I'm much more cautious these days and a lot less

forward and gregariously bold

I still do mostly what I want but more so now what

I'm told

this action commandeers my once free spirit

turning it in to cold

vague recognition to what has recently conspired

twitches at the burning senses

creativity comes around slowly and flashes

forgiveness in rare and even mended instances

some see my dilemma as a question of am not  more so

than am

what I propose is salvation like self honesty

with no delusions nor scam

these are truly tested times I admit

though there are times when I don't know if what I'm

delving into is right or wrong

but with each passing day an end to this madness

I do so lovingly long

every emotion felt has a final resting place in some yet

to be written haunted song

some of us would just like to be lucky enough to be

allowed to sing along......................

( written March 16,1992 pm)