gallantly ineffective
that muse a mystic's bark
tempered like some folly
upon a miser's stock
wishes in grumbled few
flap about the mind's eye
elevated and confused
weary and leery to be gagged
in words
the soul's language is so very difficult
to translate
vision is a hiarchy
brought to its knees
through the polluted filter
of such a limited thing
as the human mind
and this is the constant case
of all the poetry
that loiters in me
ever so stubbornly
behind.............
Jan.27,2003(130pm)
excellent piece, I like that polluted filter of the mind line,it's so true by todays influences one has to filter societal nonsense and expectations to get back to who they really are and never be afraid to express it straight forward no matter the reaction or perception. My view,write what you think and feel, you answer the calling for yourself first, what follows follows..