my words are not ready like puzzle pieces connecting childhood fears in my grown up years allowing eyes to hear my hidden tears all my ideas I've seen disappear, results of my short term memory failing me... clutter in my mental debris, honestly, pulling on my goatee thinking till it hurts me I’ve seen better days,
haunted by unknown tomorrows, the insecure urban bravado, I am Apollo, I have no Muse but have created a truce with despair and imagery, this is my trinity Willingly, I write in my lyrical infinity And though it marks me, labeled at best, I am still on my quest, for I am only a guest In time…
WOW!!!! UUUUHHHH??? why dont you have n e reviews on this one??? this is awesome!! screaming of emotion, and excellent on word play... the flow of true feeling! no better way to express then in lyrical rhyme!!
** I am still on my quest, for I am only a guest in time** ((RAW))
thank you for sharing brah!!!
**tips my lyrical wand to you**
Posted 12 Years Ago
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Yes, time... my fear and master. Wonderful flow here. As there are good and bad times, you still are that allert to write brilliant poetry! The ending is so true. We all are. We pass, time shall never. I LOVE THIS! deep and yes, somehow still inspiring ;) X
Whoa. This is totally epic. The wording in perfect, and just the emotion is amazing.
I really liked these lines: the insecure urban bravado, I am Apollo,
I have no Muse but have created a truce
with despair and imagery, this is my trinity
Willingly, I write in my lyrical infinity
Rene, i know I'm not on this site nearly as often as i used to be, and I hope to change that soon, but your work always impresses me. You have some of the finest poems that i have read on this site. You bring another fine, fine exhibit of your talents here. Great job.
"I’ve seen better days,
haunted by unknown tomorrows,"
A lot of deep thoughts in this poem. I like looking at the past. Can teach us to be kinder and wiser. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote
You said it! We are all "only a guest" as time ticks away claiming youth, claiming lives. But live it up before it slips past so fast you look back wondering where all the time went. A wonderful poem that lets the reader have a glimpse into your mind. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and your heart. You do not need a muse. Inspiration is all around you... Breathe it in and spit it out onto the page... Let the ink drip and scatter. Let it splatter with the words only you can create.
Sincerely,
Priscilla