PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

wisdom is born unto rejection and pain

and in every even bottomed out loss

there still is a little promise for possible gain

yet there will always be someone who will argue and

question if I am really sane

its only when such inquiries on me are turned that I

raise hell and holy cane

without any regard to preference or prose

a brilliant idea dawns in my head

moves into the heart where there it grows

only in such grand poetry inspired by the promise of

pain

am I able to witness the opening of the sheltering skies

and not help but wonder who will witness and rule

the law of the rain

maybe I am indeed a fool for letting you see myself as

I fall apart within my own skin

but so much pressure can find its release through

the guided ink of this proposed pen

I will not permit this train of brutal thought to

wreck and subsequently end

nor to the drasticness of my own deadly desires

themselves to you I'll no longer endeavor to defend

in these none too winning words

there is no desperate message to send

nor ever again over any of my own decisions

will I let myself be forced to bend...........

(written April 26,1992 pm)