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.
The passions of life are all-consuming. I'd like the world to know I'm on fire for life.
Mind Wide Open
Lost in translation are the fragments of this beautiful life.
Showing posts with label villanelle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label villanelle. Show all posts
Friday, January 15, 2010
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Mind Abound Steps Along Life Free
My mind is such a scary place to be
As time moves on, the space is closing tight
The light is dull; the way is hard to see
Good deeds and smarts by order of decree
Yet works abound deplete and lead to blight
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
Lessons to learn, in life, come at 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 from this great height
My mind is such a scary place to be
The light is dull; the way is hard to see
Labels:
freedom,
life after knowledge,
mind,
Poetry,
villanelle
Saturday, October 31, 2009
My First Villanelle
Author of Demise?
Held in these arms that harm I’m lying here
Heart aches and yearns for glory days of past
I call back times our love was very clear
Your harsh words do tear down soul’s root of cheer
No logic to this prose leaves me aghast
Held in these arms that harm I’m lying here
Oh how sincere your anguish does appear
Yet its effects are short and fade so fast
I call back times our love was very clear
Every new day augments degrees of fear
And by your paranoia, I’m harassed
Held in these arms that harm I’m lying here
My nurturing ways can no longer steer
Which testifies this course can never last
I call back times our love was very clear
Will a dark day dawn when you’ll lose my ear?
How sad the threats of such a loss are vast
Held in these arms that harm I’m lying here
I call back times our love was very clear
Labels:
destruction,
heartache,
Poetry,
relationships,
villanelle
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