All dressed up for the ball I remain locked away From the dancing floor of love Marooned on the side lines As couples dance and swing Within there completed circles Am I to sing on the roof tops Dance naked in the rain What will it be For them to see
As I silently beg like a lost child I wonder around a giant maze Desperately looking for the center And only find many dead ends Searching with a fear As a chasing Minotaur Is on my back As every romantic triumph Dissolves into a chaotic car crash I throw myself into A swamp of disgust
I am the old romantic steam Engine all run out of puff Stationed on the platform of self I am just a novel excursion For the kind soul to play Placed so so far away In an antagonized frustration I hammer the last nail into The coffin of the other as all Thoughts and dreams of a Partner die buried in the ground Bare foot on pebbles I wobble in the thought Of a life with aloneness
As many beasts surround me Wishing to devour my happiness Like a T-REX! I stand tall And I gobble , them all ! up YUMMY YUMMY For my heart reins Like a king over all As it is my heart that sparkles When the music plays With many dashes and flashes Fluctuating colors within my heart I am a walking road show A disco fever With the Minotaur slain I find the center of my maze
No longer at the mercy Of the fickle other Released from the confines Of my political mind A million jack in the boxes Spring out of me As I am surprised By the many treasures The Lord placed in me As many ring and sing All birds collect in me In the end the old romantic Finds his steam and iron strength Puff puff puff into the country I chug As i whined myself into Gods beauty
The death of the other Can be the beginning A deeper adventure Into your sweet self So off we all chug
Just observing the layer of frustration and acceptance Some of my poems I have a concluding verse at the end I can not decide whether this works or should they be left without , I like a conclusion but feel free to give honest feed back about it .