PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

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are we

yet

the problem still so largely

before me looms

my focus is clearly blurred

it sounds funny now

doesn't it

yes it does

even to me

and I am

saturated with many matters of such

incredible confusion

they bath

even my shallowest breath

and make me jumpy in the wee hours

when insomnia plagues me

so very curious can be creativity

its like a caged, pacing beast

well within me

that refuses to settle

and sleep for my troubles

is not an option

as everything tends to mean something

else entirely

if I examine each facet

just a little more closely

the angles and plains of the original idea

somehow change

and something new from such shift emerges

something beautiful

and I am strangely compelled to give it

to the page

as if I am a startled witness myself

to my own discontented opinions

too few fully understand my irritably

incessant mumblings

such fervent thoughts of self inflicted ire

and legions of their disembodied sentences

skate most wildly around in a mirror less

mind

that continues to write for itself luminous

volumes of poetry

that even with the human eye I myself have

yet to see

yet I know that they exist

for I have read them at great length

but only in my deepest dreams

why, I believe my soul is amused by me

I am the parodied product of its most far

fetched muse

but that is alright

I do not mind such satirical poise

for when I am writing

just such as this

I do not feel so terribly alone

as God then tends to my mental wounds

when the poem is complete

for that same instant

then its as if I am too

a vital necessary creature

once again in top form

primed and prepared to do magnificent

battle with her constantly warring demons

up ending each their delicious mischief

into yet another freshly repainted corner.......

(Sept. 20, 1998)