Enigmatically Paranormal?

I’m beginning to think

there's something wrong with me

I’m a magnet for the unordinary

often attracting the unorthodox

in a dichotomy of formed imagery

Like Venus, half illuminated

come the beautiful things of light

while drawing from hiding

those things within the darkness

Two roads haphazardly coinciding

The sweet and the sour of it

It’s mind warping; utterly strange

Not as the fantastic meets the mundane

or unconventional breaks from convention

Rather the eccentric meets the insane

I’m beginning to think

there's something wrong with me

A concupiscent life (revised)...

And that Girl Phased Right Into History

I once was the girl they called Jeni
I’d race any boy for a penny
Every day I would plot
To find just the right spot
To blow their doors off for the ante.

Now over the years they still raced me
Or maybe it’s more like they chased me
How I never knew why
The boys called or stopped by
Is a mystery as deep as the sea.

And as I got older I could see
The game had become touch and feely
Where the “no” should have been
Toward these boys almost men
Was a senseless silence most eerie.

The lines that they used became silly
Or my being hip was more likely
How I’d turn them away
In the course of a day
While their eyes plotted how they’d get me.

I once was the girl they called Jeni
Who longed for a boy just to like me
How the time slipped right by
In the blink of an eye
And that girl phased right into history.

No longer a girl, now I’m Queen Bee
Funny, now there’s three girls below me
Now the boys come around
Seeking fun to be found
Now my motto’s “Over my dead body!”

A Mind Refined Steps Along Life Free (revised)

My mind is such a scary place to be
As time erodes, the space is closing tight
The light is dull; the way is hard to see.


Pursuit of finer things is life’s decree,
Yet life refined in excess hinders sight
My mind is such a scary place to be.


I know the way. Let courage be the key.
With staggered steps, I travel through the night
The light is dull; the way is hard to see.

My biggest fear: to be alone with me
The way is rough along this path to right
My mind is such a scary place to be.


Most lessons learned in life will have a fee;
Yet through it all, no thoughts of flee or flight
The light is dull; the way is hard to see.


I must step out and live as though I’m free
I spread my wings, with fear at this great height.
My mind is such a scary place to be,
The light is dull; the way is hard to see.

Revised Edition...

O, To Ever Understand Thou Poetry Terms

~A twist from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, 1594~

O poetry, poetry, wherefore art thou complex?

‘Tis but thy terms that are my enemy:

Thou art thyself, though not prosody.

What's prosody? It is nor verse nor foot,

Nor line nor length, nor any other part

Belonging to a word. O, be some other term!

What's in a poem? That which we call prosody

By any other name would smell as sweet;

Ugh...the enjambment of brain cells

Thy meter of rhythm, no sense of closure

So poetry would, were it not poetry callèd,

Retain that dear insight which it oweth.

All is calm

So quiet,

the methodical

ticking of the clock

is like the rhythmic heartbeat

bridging the past with the present

A saccharine lullaby to a weary soul

therapy to a chaotic filled mind

peace to a restless spirit

Even the air is still

All is calm

Bask

in this peace

soak it into very fibers

replenish depleted recesses

rebuild the temple a brick at a time

breath in this air filled with radiant life

feel the very flow of blood shifting

as it rejuvenates poisoned veins

and revives an abused body

like living waters

baptize

Be refreshed,

renewed by this grace

Rehydrate every ounce of being

like an athlete after the longest season

Prepare ye for the new season approaching

Rest within these solitude moments

even the windows to the soul

need their respite

Just breath in

to sigh