PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

in the prologue
offerings come and go 

some from above, some from below 

maybe, I should go straight to the epilogue

all I hear are lexes with very long shadow 

but I’m a little too high, then little too low
spontaneous as breath 

like everyone else, running to my death

laid low, across the floor 

just trying to even the score 

tender touch
expectant of too much

anyone who likes takes a turn
now don’t have any concern
of lessons learned from beyond 

make them go away, with a wave of a magic wand

the awareness of limits 

they pass by without exhibit
stretching spheres of influence 

must be a coincidence

cut and paste 

nothing goes to waste 

still no way to reconnect
as if I’m posed like an object

you see my face 

seems a bit out of place 

essence on the fly 

in the sight of the hidden eye

beyond a point
of unknown interludes that will not anoint

out of time

out of time

everything redesigned

I guess, I will just go,

going, going, gone…

out of my mind