PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Feeling inspiration

clearly pulsing thru my veins

Arteries thickened with the flow

              of blood

                  examining

                      layers of life

       forlorn and despondent

the whisper of incandescent

              volcanoes

resound across the prairies

              of rising dreams

petty quarrels amongst

      the bards and scholars

            leave the lay man

behind—scratching his

                with doubt

and whither not to believe

this chant I regret my

indecision and inability

            to rise my voice

               to speak

Erst, a true man among men

now merely a man among men

Behind a desk; under a car

over a hot stove; in a factory

       what do we do with our lives

      that make them worth living?

Is it the dew on the grass

                         each morning?

the gentle breeze of summer?

or the chameleon leaves that

          color and fall each Autumn?

A poet says “Love”

         but love what?

         and how?

These solitary moments dictate

The course of life fo

 A millennium and we can not decide

Mediocre wallowing

      in delusions we create

          mythological entities

of our dreams

Heroes to transcend our every day

             human limitations

and in this illusion we caricaturize

                our own faces

on the body and being of the Superhero

In winter haze of despair

the prophets do request

our undivided attention

rapt devotion to the Godhead

forsaking us for Aphrodite

                  bearing Eros;

          a mere prick tease

of lust leading us on; tempting us

         with the forbidden apple

Eaten to gain knowledge

             of impending truth

and the perils of everyday travail

      we still question eternity

      and the fate of our hopes

but the infinite possibilities

will perpetually boggle

           our imagination

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