Poetic Interlude

I've been writing some poetry.

Poetry seems to be the one thing that doesn't leave me. Even if I stop for months, sometimes I sit, and the words just start to come out, literally as if they fell out of the sky, went to my brain, and came out of my fingers. Rereading my old writings, it's one thing I feel I constantly improve in.

Usually I guard my poems more than a prison warden might a cell, probably because I don't know how to write things that are impersonal. So, while my poems seem sometimes confusing, in my mind they're clear and it feels like I just revealed everything about me to the world. And, that is a truly terrifying thought!

However, I do occasionally come upon sharing moods, and lucky you, I'm in one tonight. These are three of the poems I have written in the last two years. I'm particularly happy with these and I hope you enjoy them.


Make simple-----------------------------------------(June 28, 2010)

Make simple my life and let go
But the world I live in is not so.
The method was to simplify,
Rein in my greed and nullify.
The method was a pretty piece
Of philosophy concocted in peace,
And while the world outside rushes by
In tempting patterns and a colorful dye,
I brought my urges under strict law,
Told them I meant it, no matter what I saw.
The little imps laughed and danced in my head
They bade their time with patience and fed
On colors shining, and glittering themes
While they plotted plots, and hatched their schemes.
The theory was perfect, clean, and sweet,
and the imps threw it under reality's feet.
For that golden red and deep green
Brought my mind a peace I'd not foreseen
And the softness, smooth to the touch,
Keeps away the despair that becomes too much.
One must get rid of these things mundane
And bring forth a life both bursting and sane.
Yet while my heart believes in my mind's ideal
One cannot replace things with nothing real.


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The Flow of Color----------------------------------- (June 10, 2010)

Little pins and needles stick out of the flesh
Brutally courageous and afraid,
And the color, the deep and euphoric mesh,
It spreads, engulfs, and traps.

All I see is the color and all I feel is pain,
But the pain is a sweet, sweet thing.
All falls down upon me in a torrent of red rain
When color and aches blend.

I lost some of myself to that want of lucid thought
Yet I would gladly lose it again
For these pins and needles welcome me with naught
But a beauty of color and rain


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Jack----------------------------------------------------(Oct 18, 2008)

Flashing lights.
The bridge.
A pretty book—

These lines will not connect,
And my mind seems to forget
A strange fear that always lingers,
Runs down my arm to my fingers.

Mediocrity is a startling revelation
Appearing unwelcome in in every vocation.
A jack of all trades, paralyzed,
Every talent run down, overanalyzed.

My heart burns from the fear
That a spectacular future is—never near.
It sits in the distance, that a thought keeps tainting
My ever unfinished idea—half completed painting.



As always, cheers.

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