'05 The Evildoer and the Firestarter

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2005

01/09/05



     Suddenly, you appear and I recognize.  What was it that caused me to be so attracted to you?  I slowly commenced with my life, but you seemed to linger my path of loneliness.  

    

Where was it that I was going anyway?  I was on my way to a world of depression. Yes, I found myself in cranium cavity which was 4 months of inner release training.  Sweet! A total failure.  The tracks that helped me to discover my true self were erased by some force of state of mind.  I could easily write my own directions, but even with my own guidance I could not get there. Any and every point I tried to reach kept getting farther.  Reminds me of moments of foolish friends accelerating everytime I got close to them.  Then, I began to think.  Think? Wow! That's the first.  I came from a place I used to live in for a couple decades.  Someone early in the year caressed my trail once and I left to smother the location.  Could it be that my 'choices' were making decisions also?  I do think of things, but not enough to satiate the mind.  Finding my way back was interesting.  My hearts plan was to issue a decree, but my minds judicial system had some loose strings to take care of.  I was literally out of whack.  My wrong decisions were always my right.  Again, an appearance of a face lurked in my shadows casting an aura of hope.  I am and willing to start again and build a solid road.  My recent road WAS solid, but the terrain would cause my path to collapse.  Just like alot of lost souls of the everyday.  A tough exterior and a wussy interior.  So when they say, "It's the inside that counts," I say, "They're not trying hard enough."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

What's going to continue this year?

If my mind wanders, which it probl'y will DO, I'll keep adding more...

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41tulips's picture

This says a lot about what you're thinking. I think the best poems or thoughts are the most honest ones. This is one of those. Nice, David.


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