BITTER, OH A TAD

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JOURNAL#4

I've been better
and I've been a lot worse
but this feeling of being well and all together
for me is a definite first
I fell I'm at the precipice of something great
and am about ready to burst
maybe this vicious tension would ease
if I murderously cursed
as I meander upon this scrap of paper
one must wonder for what it is I am in such
dire search of
If only Katherine's beast Vincent were truly
among us
he would be able to define for me the true
intricacies involved with love
what pleases me one minute
scares the hell out of me the next
If love were given in the form of a class
I would indeed have to memorize the entire text
I spend a lot of energy on wanting this creative
flow to never end
when the hand gets the twitch to write
the mind feels obligated to send
you would think I would get some worthwhile
knowledge in return for this energy
I, without caution repeatedly spend
over how far I have so easily come
to myself I cheerfully grin
screaming thoughts of unrest butt in on
the best of my good intentions
taking away from what is important
my otherwise censured attentions
Ideas come to me at the most inopportune
moments
mostly in tested attempts to defy
my preoccupation has become adept at finding
out the "X" amount of reasons why
perhaps I am being flippant as I keep putting
myself out by packing the pages
but unlike most, I live by the lines written
under the grays and beiges
you must pardon my latest sickening approach
for clearing up the smoke from necessary conflict
only upon myself do I get some perverse pleasure
from the pain I inflict
losing myself in the words usually does the right
turn for the trick
there are lots of things to love and hate about me
you must simply just take your pick.........
(written July 15,1991)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my youthful insecurity about many things.

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