PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

go ahead, let them try to knock me out of my very own

heart with mirrored use of a madman's words

so what if their mental picks and axes cut me from my

inner most emotions like an individual cow straying

from the herd

fire is not fire until in your blood you feel it smolder

and burn

but when it flows into the unshared spirit

one should try to ward off its advances and spurn

for it alone is the element that makes man tremble

in his unfitted yearning

and long for the sweet and simple fascination found in the

eyes of a child the first time exposed to great levels

of learning

there are still words in me that beg for a chance to

find their route and make escape

some wounds the ink of the pen can magically heal

while others it leaves open wide to ridicule and verbal

rape

true beauty can be found in the area of the mind that

is untapped there for obviously un raped

for only that small special place at the center of

our thinking is the place where we as individuals are

allowed space to become creative and properly shaped

the most proud and precious thoughts are the ones

that tear me abruptly from my peaceful sleep

they see need to awake and remind me I must further

my promise I made long ago and swore to always keep

if these wonderfully woven words somehow found a darker

magic to make themselves disappear

I'm not certain if this poem I paint you would evolve

into a concept considered clear

perhaps I would fade into the past forever like each

and every passing year

or maybe I'd dry up like a bitter and forgotten tear

words can only be combatted with the blood of more

masterful words

when a man's spirit is destroyed he is left hollow inside

without life's generously given innards

is it fair to he who secretly cries in the day to have the right

to ridicule she who weeps while she awaits and sleeps

what has made this world so clumsy

that it stumbles to become careless and cruel

in my eyes misery can be put to good use like a new

trend or tool

if you try you can filter the goodness out of even

the remotest fool

and through that before hopeless being will shine

a light like a beacon over desperate darkness

the brightest still rarest jewel

isn't this lengthy theory indeed rather catchy and quite cool

suffer not our future children to be for love is the

rope that ties each of us to life's line and holds

us up straighter than any ruler

giving to us a life of discipline that will make us

feel stronger, enriched and fuller

try to live a life happier than a soul that passes

through the graceful threshold of God's open door

and the soul, heart and mind will meld into one

and through the clouds far from this temporary home

upon earth we will soar...............

( written Jan 12,1992 pm)