there's a world of difference between sinners and
sunners
they're not as easy to spot like chasers and runners
chasers are always after some tangible thing
just one inch out of their immediate sight
while runners run from chasers along with themselves
and other scarier things that go bump in the night
there in lay the idea of freedom through death
and death from fright
my angle on this concept I admit isn't so tight
the me I've tried to cultivate myself to be
see's what I do as a form of easy exit to escapism
through lighthearted reverie
you'll find me on any given dreary day in the quietest
corner of the dining alcove
all alone with myself but for the lovely ideas I just
hand picked and romantically wove
so far, no crisis in my sentimental solitude has yet
arose
subjects are vast and can so often vary
I simply have to pin point the direction in which it
takes route and goes
even when I feel disgruntled by feelings of temporary
loss and emotional displacement
I know within whatever direction my hopeful heart
leads me I must follow for thoughts and eventual
actions are forever destined to be adjacent
this is the one weapon I use tirelessly to fight the suffocating imbalance within
the deep distrust of certain aspects of my darker side
forces my hand to take up this pen
you must forgive me for my quick and angry impatience
my scrawlings are my only mental outlet and without
them I would become much too serious and too terribly
intense
I write solely for my own pleasure yet fully at my
grittier side's expense
still, I tend to find many things that make others
laugh
make me uneasy and sometimes wince............
( written Dec 16,1991 am)