As my best poetry tends to come spurting out spontaneously into unlabeled notebooks which are subsequently put into unmarked boxes and thrown into storage in an attempt to reduce the overall clutter in my life, and as digging through said boxes for poetry is likely to be somewhat time consuming,
This portion of the site is under construction
But here's little ditty in the meantime...
Trying to Write
Knot in my belly, friendly small stone
Says I must leave creation well and alone,
A neutral numb keeper
Of passions long tamed
He tells me to wait
And not to go deeper.
A dank saddened heart,
She stirs in her grave,
Living but quiet,
Like the boy at my nave –
Both advise caution,
Neither is brave.
The mind says produce, show what you are worth,
Much more concerned with production than mirth,
He rules from on high with a terrible staff,
Dictating orders with terrible wrath,
Writes for his Ego and not for the Path,
Poor little man - he knows not how to laugh!
My body is frightened,
My heart in despair
My mind is a tyrant,
My soul fills the air! Crying with passion,
You must climb the Stair!
Don’t let the darkness envelope you there!
Sitting succinctly depressed in your chair!
Tear down the walls, now, and enter the lair!
Looking the darkness down deep in the Eye,
So does my soul now engender her cry;
Heart mind and body endeavor to fly,
And so my frail hands shall reach up for the sky -
Do or do not, child. There is no try.