PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

What I really desire (and need) to do right now

is just to think, capture memories of moments

and moments of memories... I am on the brink

of splattering my brain matter onto the ceiling.

Alas, I don't feel that I am properly in tune and

frankly it is a riddle whether my spirit grooves,

because every move is like a mad malfunction

at once remedied by some corrective goddess

or perchance it is a demon with a steady fever.

Flamboyant original sin grinds its gears to win.

Furthermore, my whimpers go unapproved, lie

like the government, endlessly etherized night.

I am frightened by both my shadow and mirror.

Sweet whispers of pure worship forever dwell.

The Yin Yang Eyeballs of Good and Evil Glare...