Since I’ve still not opened my mind up to the more fictional pattern of thinking, I’ve reluctantly decided to post a bit of my past creative not-so-good poetry that celebrates birth, life and death to tie in with the theme of the rebirth of a year. (Comments are welcome, but I’ve really no plans for doing anything with my poetry down the line as it’s just not my forte!)
Recyling
I want, I want, to dance on Mars
Sans silver suit and flesh within;
My being alone to revel
In surrealistic splendor.To look back and laugh at spinning ball,
Where left behind and buried lies
Useless and discarded
Yet another mask I’ve worn.My many lives now intertwine
To give me much to chat about,
Beside celestial cocktail friends
And strangers I have known.A man called Poe speaks of his fields
Of flowers and the toil it took,
And there, it looks like…
Sure it is! It’s Jesus wearing black.A decade’s flash and I am gone
And in a dark and padded place,
Hunted down, assaulted by
The other half of me.I change and grow, but quicker still
I lose all time and memory,
Except for this refrain that beats,
“Remember to be kinder.”Traveling down a golden road
Made slick with blood of some sweet fool,
I’m free again; I gasp with life
And scream in recognition.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology