PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In my quest I’ve been forsaken by that which disguised itself as sanity and reason.  I have been denied entry into the realm of ordinary thought.  Always on the outside I am perpetually seeking the means to enter the inner stratosphere.  The Pharaohs all cast me aside as a sinner and a fraud.  My attempts at reclaiming the spirt have all been in vain.  It is something to fight for; perhaps to die for.  The genius of a pulsar racing across the galaxy leaves me breathless and still in search of that sanctity of self.  There nevermore lies in the heart of he who would be human.  Those metaphors masquerade as sanity and reason.  They dance at the costume ball in anonymity.  None save the visionaries and schizophrenics aware of their presence.  The former of which isn’t sure of it.  It frets not its existence but the matter remains unsettled.  So singular in the pursuit; I am still chasing shadows and ghosts.  That is, perhaps, the plight of a man in search of poetry and self.  No thought or idea uttered but an ocean of turbulence is thrust upon the man who would be seeker.  Tidal waves threaten monstrous disaster.  The proportion of catastrophe is still overwhelming.  Nonetheless it is a prospect that I must still contend with.  No answers are coming. . .Round up the posse and hunt down the imposters passing themselves off as sanity and reason.  If they don’t come to us; we’ll just have to go to them. . .