the joke is me -
and everything I ever attempted to do
anxiety is not panic;
it is insidious -
cool slimy thoughts
snakes winding through the
dusk of my senses.
it whispers doubt
to chill the faithful muscle
pounding relentless against
screen light on her face
d e l v e s
to depths untold
old skin must be shed;
the storm of darkness
after which there is blessed light
A timely reminder to myself.
they were for
we draw lines in the ever-shifting sands
'No! That is me, not you!'
'You idiot, that's ME, this is you!'
and yet the division is far too unclear
for any fool swigging his beer.
as the ever-shifting lines in the sand
tie us all to our meager plots of land,
i - for all that one-letter word is worth -
slip over the boundaries and cross't the hills
make this a test of mind,
for in this shattered world, i find,
there is no boundary between me and thine!
only when we all understand
can we end the rivalry and war amongst man -
so gaze into another's eyes,
see the common soul you've both disguised