Post by Prophet on Mar 30, 2011 19:30:35 GMT -8
Blocks
Pen goes to paper
so rarely nowadays,
And so I wonder,
If it’s fear, or merely
high expectations of myself,
or rather laziness,
in fact, that keeps
me from writing
those epic masterpieces;
or am I unsure of myself,
or merely stuck in a rut,
or tempted by entertainment,
or held back by fate,
As gods & goddesses
toy with my soul?
So I attempt to
rid myself of those forces
which hold back
my creative surges,
and I attempt genius,
feeling poetry & song
to be a connection from myself
to the pulse, the life-force
of the world.
I wish to speak truth
and fulfill my dreams & wishes.
“If wishes were fishes…”
as the old poem goes.
So I write my prose,
wishing to speak my mind,
and find myself
within the flow of consciousness,
so I choose not to wait
for the beauty of verse.
For when I choose to
search for the proper rhyme,
I spend so much idle time,
that I lose the flow of truth.
I feel stuck,
and financially, and
transportation wise, I am.
I am somewhat at
the mercy of fate,
yet I know I can
have a fair part in
choosing my destiny at
anytime that I choose.
Yet something is clouding my mind,
and if it is but
a part of myself,
I know not currently
how to un-cloud my mind,
There’s always sobriety,
but sober people are often
boring & as easily manipulated
by propaganda & consumerism
as the next guy.
I like parties from
time to time,
and I like to bend
my mind from the
constant anger & frustration
that wells up inside of me.
I want true friends
I can relax & joke with,
Not constant criticism
or lack of understanding.
So I’m forced into
hermitage, for reasons
I know not,
stuck a couple hours walk
from downtown,
and few close friends
to take me away
from this constant loneliness.
I wish to go & meet new friends,
break the ice &
find those who can join me in
my life’s quests & journeys.
I wish to keep
my foot out of my mouth
and my wits about,
so I can enjoy
love & friendship,
& have mutual respect
& harmony within my grasp.
I want to have
a fuckin’ fun time
when I wish to
and avoid repercussions
from those who
refuse to try & understand me.
Maybe I can even
find those women who
interest me, avoid scaring them off,
and draw them to me
with a common interest.
Why does it feel like
I always lose so much,
and I never win my heart’s desire?
I so often feel that
within my grasp I wish for,
but it so often slips away.
Oh what I would give for
true satisfaction,
without constant disappointment —
Pen goes to paper
so rarely nowadays,
And so I wonder,
If it’s fear, or merely
high expectations of myself,
or rather laziness,
in fact, that keeps
me from writing
those epic masterpieces;
or am I unsure of myself,
or merely stuck in a rut,
or tempted by entertainment,
or held back by fate,
As gods & goddesses
toy with my soul?
So I attempt to
rid myself of those forces
which hold back
my creative surges,
and I attempt genius,
feeling poetry & song
to be a connection from myself
to the pulse, the life-force
of the world.
I wish to speak truth
and fulfill my dreams & wishes.
“If wishes were fishes…”
as the old poem goes.
So I write my prose,
wishing to speak my mind,
and find myself
within the flow of consciousness,
so I choose not to wait
for the beauty of verse.
For when I choose to
search for the proper rhyme,
I spend so much idle time,
that I lose the flow of truth.
I feel stuck,
and financially, and
transportation wise, I am.
I am somewhat at
the mercy of fate,
yet I know I can
have a fair part in
choosing my destiny at
anytime that I choose.
Yet something is clouding my mind,
and if it is but
a part of myself,
I know not currently
how to un-cloud my mind,
There’s always sobriety,
but sober people are often
boring & as easily manipulated
by propaganda & consumerism
as the next guy.
I like parties from
time to time,
and I like to bend
my mind from the
constant anger & frustration
that wells up inside of me.
I want true friends
I can relax & joke with,
Not constant criticism
or lack of understanding.
So I’m forced into
hermitage, for reasons
I know not,
stuck a couple hours walk
from downtown,
and few close friends
to take me away
from this constant loneliness.
I wish to go & meet new friends,
break the ice &
find those who can join me in
my life’s quests & journeys.
I wish to keep
my foot out of my mouth
and my wits about,
so I can enjoy
love & friendship,
& have mutual respect
& harmony within my grasp.
I want to have
a fuckin’ fun time
when I wish to
and avoid repercussions
from those who
refuse to try & understand me.
Maybe I can even
find those women who
interest me, avoid scaring them off,
and draw them to me
with a common interest.
Why does it feel like
I always lose so much,
and I never win my heart’s desire?
I so often feel that
within my grasp I wish for,
but it so often slips away.
Oh what I would give for
true satisfaction,
without constant disappointment —