PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

we step
in
puddles of
unhindered beauty
and wallow in
meadows of
sweetly disturbed self
there are prisms
our hearts pine through
and thought waves our minds
wash creativity in
when all other pools
of acceptability are full
often
I languish in
my own mind's library
thumbing through the pages
of books that have been read
from times past
tracing gentle ridges of
memories too tender to be
folded back
within the casual
of prior private yesterdays
all guilty pleasures
I can not bring myself
to completely set aside
nor put away
I wrap up in the finest
lovely words and ideas
and allow others
on the outside
their beauty to reject or
ardently admire
and
when the world carves her angry
steps upon my vulnerable edges
I retreat into 'The Safe Familiar'
of my quiet contemplation
and lick around those jagged edges
of wounds others will never
be allowed to see
I am my own fiercest protector
and nobody protects me
better than me
behind my very own eyes
an adult inside a kid
inside an adult lives
I am a thin skinned enigma
full of blisters and blinding light
serving up my questions
with so few answers
on platters of my own
guarded self worth
praying for God's
kindest direction
to pull me back from
my overwhelming human
fallacy
I fail and I fail only to rise
on my bruised bended knees
to sullenly prevail
by taking the repeated stabs
of the world
and patching up each
of their careless gouges
to my soft under belly
with the life preserving
bandages of my poetry
for I have no real defense
other than this
for my being me......................
(March 21, 2010 712am)