May 2018
On the pole
or down the slide
Take a trip
inside my mind
Put on a helmet
Because it’s about time
Long overdue trip
taken inside my mind
Harsh bumps and rattles
as you’re shaken about
Thrown off to the side
Possibly upside down
Bright flashes reveal
constantly changing sights
As they endlessly shuffle
and Attention will fight
Like a Black Hole's pull
Imagination creates
with ally Daydream
It’s a tumultuous space
The hurricane winds
which are prevailing about
chaotically swirl
Voices speak and they shout
No symphony music
More like honking of horns
The cacophony hurts
stabbing ears with its thorns
But then quickly a change
as the storm clouds abate
Switched to bright sunny skies
and a beautiful gate
Gave permission to enter
I’m escorted inside
Faces old and familiar
From the shadows they hide
Merrily they share greetings
Earnest smiles and with hugs
Showing signs of relief
Open hearts filled with love
But as quickly it turned
It is turning right back
Skies once golden and blue
Now a murky gray/black
A momentary transition
as we passed through the eye
Blinders placed on our vision
Unaware of the tide
Like a Tsunami wall
with its impending doom
Staring at it with awe
A Showdown at High Noon
These scenarios play out
inside of my head
Shuffling and repeating
Often wishing for dead
But that ephemeral moment
So brief, one could miss
when His Highness the Sun
gives each subject a kiss
The darkness flushed out
And then filling each heart
with a renewing warmth
Now prepared to restart
the cycle, the story
Whatever life gives
Many times seen before
or not something yet lived
This point fundamental
Give the credence its due
You will find that in life
many times you will rue
Beset by the shadows
and the difficult times
seemingly far outweigh
when you’re good or feel fine
Don’t feel down; don’t give up
It’s an infinite wait
Eventually time will come
All the anger and hate
Alcatraz prisoner
Now they make their escape
Freedom marks a rebirth
Superman dons his cape
Holding on to that strength
for as long as you can
While retaining the knowledge
We’re imperfect humans
Life comes with its struggles
And amazing times too
Simple gifts like a smile
Great things waiting for you
When it starts to look bleak
Feeling all hope is lost
Good times must be ahead
Cuz this battle’s the cost
Written: May 2, 2018
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(48/M/Massachusetts)
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