I'll make a promise
I'll tell you truthful
I won't conjure this:
We can't pen poems
after we're deceased
I'll make a promise
I'll tell you truthful
I won't conjure this:
We can't pen poems
after we're deceased
When feeling old and fractured,
as my psyche stumbles and falls
I eye inspiration 'pon cheerfully,
beseeching those forsaken walls
Mind ill within nothing matters,
all nonplus and everything's bad
I look for ends of enlightenment,
remembering the love, I still have
I'm giddy in my gullet, yes back there I've lost my mind
yet still I'm Homo-sapiens of the especial Earthly kinds
I'm gifted innate ability, can linguistically transfer pens
here now rhyming expertly, who what where and when!
Dear Hello, how're you?
Hope all's acutely swell!
What new that thee do?
Write here now and tell!
My life energy's a poetry depot
first warehoused by the Greeks
as they invented our biological
linguistic brained word miracle
Yes, I'm patting myself on the back
because amazement compelled me
I'm one of the good, sobered people
of many yet in me I'm mostly proud
When one gets to here we see a now
and at this lovely moment you're all
"Why don't you write a poem about it?" He queried sarcastically
it being my emotional pain stemming from childhood anxieties
And so, I penned great piles of poetries concerning many things
including lots about the blues I'd been feeling in re Mr. Mockery
Mathematical, electro-chemical
big, complexing communicatory
impulses...
If I giggle when I'm hurting
will I ease my growing pain,
can humor done as spurting
make me happy in my brain?
My soul's slow-burning TNT fuses:
inch-worming through Earth's clay
as an old hand-wound phonograph
treading a bouncing, sparkling step
marking every emotion self-seeking
over sizzling starkness of sobrieties
These mosquitos are here, and they're here to stay
why there's nothing we can do to keep them at bay
They're going to get us past screens and front door
why the pests need plasma, and always want more!
I don't know what power's holding me up
but this energy's not what we're believing
and our divineness isn't how we're saying
I know a force to be scientifically truthful
every spirit within parcel to one equation
all math, physics and chemistry functions