Words & Other Thoughts: Poetry

Balance the soul of
your life,
letting no moment
slip past the
microcosm of your attention,
Breathe even when
it feels like you are
choking,
and flailing lost and damned,
very well doomed,
while uttering a cadence
from a song that wrapped
around the bend of enigma?

~

It's all words,
don't you know?
Words and foolish rhymes,
decadence amid suffering
and the need to somehow
comprehend it all...

~

Another verse,
another journey,
left forever altered
by the pulse
of passion's throb
I mused aloud while
last night wept
itself into oblivion
on satin sheets
laced with cyanide
and dark epics
But these are dark and
desperate thoughts
travel beyond bliss and into pain,
where the soul howls in
a cage of its own making
But I've learned how
to attain freedom:
Be the observer of
the observer in your life
and walk with wisdom...

~

I keep writing,
the verse a cleaning baptism
from every choice I've laid
down on this alter
and every sacrifice I've made
to walk the footsteps of
the initiate
It is enough to be a writer
and an artist,
because nothing else gives
me the satisfaction of knowing
thoroughly who I am...


If this is a dream,
why the sense that there
is no possibility for elevation,
why the need to restrict
an existence that does not
need to be defined?
I can stop putting on these
hats that I detest
and hiding within cloaks
others can't see,
so that I can be authentic
in all regards,
and be as one...

~

I keep going,
even when I don't quite know
what to believe

~

My children,
how I love them,
sweet smiles and
little footsteps
that stomp in puddles
Is it bad that I
want to splash with
them instead of
saying what they should
not do?

~

It is a conundrum
that I can't see two paces
in front of me,
can't relax my guard
for fear of reprisal
But behind me
stands only my shadow
and she says nothing at all...

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