:)

is this not meant to be
you were dropped here from high above like an autumn leaf
a message just for me
about reality or the future
both of which are unclear
and the dreaming, is it we two connecting
or a sad imagined movie i've made up inside my dizzy mind
I've had enough of talking about me
I don't care about me, only about you
But there's such a frosty glass wall
And beyond it, through it, I see a possibility of a maybe of a probably not drifting further and further away with your aloofness
Why won't you talk?

Cold was that winter day, with wind and snow.
Reality closed like steel bars about
the Imagination's happiest route--

YOU are ecstatic in your burns.
MY soul jumps from open mouth at your sight,
but no words will ever follow in turn!
Who are YOU to perplex ME with YOUR rights?

I know your name, first heard millennia ago.
It was synonymous with all that Was
and Is and forever Will Be hateful.
How could I have spurned YOU-- and precious Ego?
This answer I know-- as well YOU do too--
With trickery, deceit, and Hate YOU built!

Love: Confusion, poetry, mettle-- all give life.
But when this question bears stinging nettles, burning--
Burning like the ember of my deepest yearnings--
is THIS the inkling of love? This hot-burning strife?

My mind wages war with my heart; I hear a fife
playing with vigor, leading emotional war, marching
on the Battleground of Elusive Morals. Sting!
I am stabbed by my own mind-- no needle, no knife.

All about the rain falls, in and out, in gloom;
and the work of life piles on my waiting table
while even the Almighty Father grows restless;
And the many storm clouds both inside and outside loom.
Still, poets of ages sing songs, enabling
the Perseverence and Dignity to not love less...

Side commentary: my poetry is about as developed as the kid on the bus who never took showers or brushed his teeth. Sometimes, like with the second poem, it's about as rank, too. And, FYI, I would know because I wrote the poems and the kid always sat with me. His name was Joel.

😉

What I wouldn't do for a "normal" sense of humor...and, Phoenix, this was in no way meant to outrage you. I just thought the poems fit together nicely, like a puzzle, and they tell a story. At any rate, I must leave, so I'll leave you all with a :-)

I like the poems... I've written FAR WORSE!!!

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And I liked it too.