Sunday, April 26, 2009
when I learned to run
I ran for the touch of wind through my hair
when I learned to swim
I swam for the caress of water on my skin
when I learned to sing
I sang for the joy of life within
when I learned to dance
I danced for the freedom vindicated
now that I'm old
I've forgotten the meaning
if only I could regain that wondrous feeling
Thursday, April 23, 2009
This is the presence of spirit
spirit? what spirit? my spirit
No! your spirit. His Spirit.
It must be true that
Her spirit is the true spirit
in this blessedly forsaken experiment
whatever spirit is present
it flows between you and
me and in that transfer
we enter into eternity
well what am I without tradition
am I free or more tightly bound
I do not need your stinkin tradition
I need only find my own train of thought
on my way can't follow now
I need to follow my heart's will
for the win I'm looking for more
need one more for this instance
and maybe if I find it
it'll be enough
I can't know- I only hope
I'm not your savior
I'm not your shining star
what if I'm not a doctor
what if I don't succeed
will I be your failure?
will you disown me?
what right do their pressures have to command me
my life is not your blank pages
to write as you see best fit
what am I? your mindless beast?
to do your will unwittingly?
I want to sing. I want to dance.
I want to break your iron-clad chains
I want to find my own will's way.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
is a closet poet
i feel lost in a world-turmoiled
where majors and minors
are classes necessitated
but what of those that aren't favored
do we forget our other feelings?
maybe i am meant for this
but maybe i'm that you restrict
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