THE BLUES CLUES

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would you like to view my apolstered brothel

like little hell

where I hide myself away from all natural

and thwarted feelings that I can't easily quell

I'll be here forever but that's still only a

short time

why do I put down such a hellishly wonderful place

a place to call all mine

everone wants a little piece of me

but no one seems to understand that you can only

give so much of yourself away and still remain

full intact

illusion is what the vast majority of the public

lives under

but reality comes clearly to only  those of us who

recognize the difference between fiction and fact

what makes people attracted to me

shows the true face of the impossibility of the

actual situation

that's it in a nut shell

but let me further elaborate on my initial

explanation

love in its absoute purest form is found easiest

in the face of any child

passion defined by an adult could be described as

chemistry and desire

but among the young the answer would be vaired

and mild

the kind of man I'm looking for is stable and sweet

the combination of the two is nearly impossible to

out do or beath

happy people have to work hard to animate outward

their deep inner joy

what you see is what you get from them

there is no seemingly hidden ploy

I am just one person battlling myself

to do what I do just this once

but know fully that whatever this is

that I tirelessly do

makes me as proud as punch

( written Aug 1,1991 am)




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