PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

what I write
doesn't necessarily make me good or bad
I see poetry as a means to exploit the fact
that any and everyone still can be had
yours truly is most definitely included
I am lucky though writer's block I have so far eluded
sometimes I admit I put too much emphasis on my
many inadequacies and collective pain
I rely heavily upon the beauty of the mind
since physically I see myself as quite plain
just a not so special someone of mild demeanor
who looks okay
a little over weight
but much better when leaner
in these last weeks my most attractive mind has
become rough and jagged in its usually broad outlook
all the disappointments leaking from the complexities
of my recent past
I have now successfully brooked
in my own willful sacrificed soul the splinters of
rejection are tightly wedged
through the wilderness of distrust and dismay I
fearlessly trudge
I feel recently I've crossed an invisible and or
imaginary line
not paying too much attention to where I'm going
by being too preoccupied with an inner search for
some sort of hidden sign
I wish over the years I had kept count of all the
times I've heard it said
'Life isn't a bowl of cherries '
so many promises are breached with the message
that statement oh so casually carries
In regard to that last unlicensed comment
I'll give my next thoughts
much more careful deliberation
to each of our lives we have but one being to thank
for our virtual creation
I don't know why I feel I must quell this need and
find my peace and self forgiveness
in absolute solitude
I often over indulge my emotions as some mental
sustenance
like the body does in its abuse of food
my means of attaining equality and balance in my life
and I admit rather crude
into the very core of creativity the heart but with
one blow I deathly hued
and stood alas alone once again with my gutted
imagination open for
everyone who cared to take view..........
(July 13, 1991 in the afternoon)