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Dennis Willis Oct 2018
Uncertain
Dennis Willis
Oct 2018
I am
uncertain
as to your
intent
Is *******
appropriate?
Is "wrong" ringing
in your head?
Uncertain?
Let's dance
syllabic
Rat-a-tat-tat
I love a rat
R u
'ere?
I've this time
to squeeze
and I am
uncertain
I might
like this
spacing
signaling
gaps
nominal gasps
u looked
thanks ***
and I sat
down
to tell you
I am uncertain
about
being here
with you
alone
just finished
crying
O'er
things that seem
certain
I am uncertain
Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
uncertain
as to your
intent
Is *******
appropriate?
Is "wrong" ringing
in your head?
Uncertain?
Let's dance
syllabic
Rat-a-tat-tat
I love a rat
R u
'ere?
I've this time
to squeeze
and I am
uncertain
I might
like this
spacing
signaling
gaps
nominal gasps
u looked
thanks ***
and I sat
down
to tell you
I am uncertain
about
being here
with you
alone
just finished
crying
O'er
things that seem
certain
I am uncertain
Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Kris Fireheart Oct 2023
Uncertain
Kris Fireheart
Oct 2023
As the curtains,
Begin to close
On my Windowpanes,
Who knows?
I'm so uncertain,
Uncertain,
About the way this goes....
And I've been searching,
I've just been searching,
But for whom,
Nobody knows,
Still I'm uncertain,
'Cause there's so many paths,
I don't know where to go,
If life came
With a manual,
I'd have likely had a home,
Maybe family,
And maybe friends,
And maybe something of
My own...
Perhaps satisfaction,
Or maybe action,
But tonight I
Ride on alone...
Just a lone wolf,
Still uncertain,
Who wonders
When he'll find
A home...
Begin to close
On my Windowpanes,
Who knows?
I'm so uncertain,
Uncertain,
About the way this goes....
And I've been searching,
I've just been searching,
But for whom,
Nobody knows,
Still I'm uncertain,
'Cause there's so many paths,
I don't know where to go,
If life came
With a manual,
I'd have likely had a home,
Maybe family,
And maybe friends,
And maybe something of
My own...
Perhaps satisfaction,
Or maybe action,
But tonight I
Ride on alone...
Just a lone wolf,
Still uncertain,
Who wonders
When he'll find
A home...
This poem is dedicated to myself and those like me. The wanderers. The hermits. The wise ones who choose to discard the monotony of society in exchange for the chance to experience true life on their own terms.
This is dedicated to the Tribes, Still out there, living as we should be, as one and at peace.
--Kris Fireheart, Wolfpack tribe, second chair.
This is dedicated to the Tribes, Still out there, living as we should be, as one and at peace.
--Kris Fireheart, Wolfpack tribe, second chair.
Marco Buschini
Dec 2016
Lie within chaos, and create comfort
In visions of endless love.
Riding slowly on the crest of a morning fling, and flutter,
The body stutters
Like a street dancer.
Shine in different directions
And end the yearning
For a love of creativity
By stripping off
And darting
Into a sea of uncertainty,
with a sense of
Unimaginable lust for what keeps you
Ticking like a sturdy clock.
Find the rhymes that combine
With what lies inside the mind,
To stumble upon the future pleasure,
That you unearth with delight,
As you wonder.
Inspiration is born out of desire.
Fuel to fire the birth of creation.
The mind quakes for a taste
Of the cake, that is blessed with greatness.
In visions of endless love.
Riding slowly on the crest of a morning fling, and flutter,
The body stutters
Like a street dancer.
Shine in different directions
And end the yearning
For a love of creativity
By stripping off
And darting
Into a sea of uncertainty,
with a sense of
Unimaginable lust for what keeps you
Ticking like a sturdy clock.
Find the rhymes that combine
With what lies inside the mind,
To stumble upon the future pleasure,
That you unearth with delight,
As you wonder.
Inspiration is born out of desire.
Fuel to fire the birth of creation.
The mind quakes for a taste
Of the cake, that is blessed with greatness.