PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

questions swirl around in my head
to make up for all that has been left unsaid
perhaps I am in dire search for my sweet
renaissance man
my happiness could be found perched
on the third finger of his left hand
know that if you love a man
you don't give away his secrets
pride is the seed of what love and trust begets
the sweetest kind of love has to be one's fondest
affection
to the cold kind we put on our coat of indifference
for maximum protection
with this day to this very hour I am quite
disenchanted
many purposeful points of previous opinions
I readily recanted
passion possesses
an obscure kind of magnificent misery
within the realms of fabrication
truth and its poorly shodden reality are the
hardest to set free
what's left in the hands of tomorrow
those belonging to the present cannot really say
concentrate on keeping balance within your soul
and good sense will lead the way
natural order gives me free reign to council my
preference and signature style
every idea that comes to the mind
before it's laid upon the page
can be quite a tormenting trial
but since I believe the mind is truly
an admirable force to be reckoned with
if one has the versatile ability to do so
one should proudly display such a useful gift
poetry in turn gives the spirit a remarkable
uplift
so through the muck of wasteful words
I must frequently sift..........
( written July 6,1991 in the morning)