PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

when opportunity strikes

everyone files in close to voice his despise and likes

this discord gives fuel to fire the term 'strikes'

the brain would over flourish and flood with negativity if it weren't for carefully constructed mental dikes

I love the quiet in its far reaches I find the strength

to not be so loud

creativity becomes generic and gets underfoot when subjected to a crowd

so I keep it to myself

between the pages I cover up so to shroud

my friends tell me that I should try to slow down

and be just a little calmer

how an they be so distant and blaze' when faced with the recent horrific events concernigt a certain Mr. Jeffrey Dahmer

it doesn't make hardly any sense anymore

crime , drugs, rape and cult like breeders of hate

coming so close to even the small town's front door

listening is a good quality to have but merely hearing can cause you pain

truthful to only myself do I ever so faithfully remain

life holds a place for everyone but the page is my private domain

I write for myself as well as the love of my life

but I won't divulge his name

peace now temporarily rests in my soul from this gratified coupling of candor

much of today's complacency falls between the cracks of disfavor and pander

the teeth of tenacity formed from what needs to be done

rarely lose their gruesome grip

look closer and you'll find more than one slip between the cup and lip

I am left only with this page which over it I so often trip

of this ice burg of my not so noticeable dysfunction I'm afraid my friend we've only just touched upon the very tip

near to that of the cleverly yet not so cleverly extreme

my filtered and frightful self directed insights accordingly seem

how so bright it has been said

after the kill  the great lion's teeth do so sparklingly gleam

isn't it ironic that I've swam so far through many a night mare

only to die in sight of my greatest dream..........

( written Aug 22, 1991 pm)