PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I conspire with no leisure

when arrows of muse I can not see

I sport no angle for any even calculated confidence

as no ample compromise begs me free

I craftily create so to further cross and bypass

hazards of sly self conflict through a bartered

mirror of lamented excuse

I stand not far yet solemn from where I speak

in this chilly vacuum of disquieting

over draft

I caress my somber soul as if I am weak

as an apparition expels a haunting laugh

while before me barks the anger of an impending

moment of almost unpalatable distaste

my for head begins to worry me

am I slowly being strangled by my own inspired

haste

from where I am right now to where I wish to one

day be

but these blithely blurry visions will just have

to wait but a breath longer

if I wish to grow properly into what the members

of tomorrow's population will likely deem as me

a purpose felt spirit of some solid substance

who chose to brandish a pen that was much stronger

than she.......................

(March 20, 1994 am)