Today
I choose to tell you the truth
And my decision is influenced
By the meticulous presence of choice
Perchance well thought outI am but a pencil pusher
Ribald from the othersBut as I squeeze words into lines
My trail of thought sanctimonuously improves
And freedom is nascentThough I am the Acrobat
An everyman
And not the flea
I pace the line pavlovian riskI'd like to fly
But that would be a lie
Told by a resilient soulI sashay on the periphery
Observing chronology's steady flow
And it's powerful resistance to any force
Unexpadited as it wereBright colors
Unappreciative of the idiosyncratic spectrumMagnificent, isn't it?
The inauspicious lack of nature's offsetWe create lifelines
Or cut them shortI am still inchoate
As a canvas is nothing
Incomplete;
Without the artist's final stroke.
YOU ARE READING
Bleak Mind View
PoetryJust a few poems I composed and put together...Take them as you will