We whose life style is of searching the deep recesses of our inner being…in search of the ONE true REALITY
are not welcome here….
As the world embraces its insanity/makes love to its
MADNESS we are afraid
in our hearts is a fear so powerful it must be
SPOKEN or we will perish.
So we speak our FEAR.
And as we speak our fear grows larger into COURAGE.
With courage we peel away the layers of the FACADE
we peel we peel we peel away the selves we have been
the selves we have
the selves that have been
the selves we haveINVENTEDIMAGINEDBORROWED
that we have hidden behind used as
that we have
I have realized within myself
dancing together to a music I can only intuit….
Gods and Devils intimately
moving to an ancient throb.
And my courage changed to
that I used like a chisel
to chip away the hard harsh
I saw my demons and my angles exchange faces and my loneliness
I saw myself tread-milled in the
Lethe of this
DREAM NIGHT-MARE PLAY FABLE SONG
that we know as
And my loneliness defecated me
My faith has made manifest my soul
I have found my soul
I have touched my soul
I AM my soul.
4 thoughts on “Punctuated Journey (for poets 60 and over)”
Please disregard this poem. and the one above it. This site did not post it the way I wrote it. It jumbled the words up. Thanks, J. Floy
You can delete those posts if they’re not formatted the way you want them
Yeah I’m going to repost it.
Great! So everything’s going smoothly then.