Not writing out my thoughts is not good for me. I took a break and now I’ve got all kinds of mad thoughts roaming in my mind. It is time to release some of them. Words are like soldiers queuing in line, waiting for the next opportunity to go forth and wreak havoc. At least that is how I see it. Here is a work in progress.
Obscene Display
I bathe in darkness,
it is my mistress. She
holds me, offering comfort
in a world of indecisions.
I call her mother, sister, lover
she who gives words to my
blackest psyche. I worship
in her temple, I dance in dark
delight.
Sometimes writing poetry allows the leeches freedom, even if what I write is not a profound statement. It just helps. Also the pictures I include helps to put my “vision” out there for the world to see.
Words come to in a certain word order. Never prose but always in poem format. I love prose, but it is formed that way and that is how I write it out. Half the time it makes no sense until I am done and then I analyze my own writing and realize that there is always a meaning at least to me, that is deeper and not always cerebral. It just is.
I bathe in darkness,
it is my mistress. She
holds me, offering comfort
in a world of indecisions.
I call her mother, sister, lover
she who gives words to my
blackest psyche. I worship
in her temple, I dance in dark
delight.
Sometimes writing poetry allows the leeches freedom, even if what I write is not a profound statement. It just helps. Also the pictures I include helps to put my “vision” out there for the world to see.
Words come to in a certain word order. Never prose but always in poem format. I love prose, but it is formed that way and that is how I write it out. Half the time it makes no sense until I am done and then I analyze my own writing and realize that there is always a meaning at least to me, that is deeper and not always cerebral. It just is.
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