CLOAK OF BLINDED VISION

 

I write because I must

No negotiations

Blessed appointment

So many things to say

Me

Age Forty nine

Thinking twenty three

Still seeking

Who I’m meant to be

Learning

Shedding

Growing

The child inside

So differs

From the narcissistic man

Siren call of wisdom

Ever tantalizing

Buried so deeply

In the caverns of my mind

Ancient history

Infantile immersion

Cerebral instincts

Roaming free

Absorbing human nature

Unexpected saving grace

Diffused anger

Mental masturbation

I hit the wall thank God

Many moons ago

Guilt swollen throat

Lump of shameful sin

Reminder of those dark days

Grateful forgiveness

Shake it off like rain

Tomorrow

Try again

Intuition

Holy gift

To exercise it daily

Paramount

Burley ego

Reality check

Like cool bed sheets

Crisp

Tucked

Traditional

In so many ways

Somehow I veered

Along the dotted line

Simply lacking discipline

Unconventional repose

Warp speed thoughts

Reluctantly

They rest

Sleep comes eventually

Life cards

Face up on the table

All in

A long time ago

Full tilt

Cruising speed now

Approaching paradise

Transcendental autopilot

There shall come a day

Soon perhaps

Or later

When poetic wells run dry

Rudimentary odes

To all things dear

Shall fall victim to dark silence

Pedigree of impact

Memory serves it best

Art is immortal

When appreciated

Be it prophetic shards

Veracity

Or simply psychobabble

No longer willing

To prostitute my passion

The message

Purest love

Forgiving God of peace

Demons flee

Behind me now

As they have been instructed

Soon to return

Beg for attention again

No fear

This lovely eve

Daily spiritual warfare

Angels guide

Cloak of blinded vision

Trust

Faith

Compassion

Built in tiny increments

Simply being

Powerful medicine indeed

Sharing sacred AGAPE

Living the lesson

One day at a time

Sweet Jesus

Shaking my tree

Precious life fruit

Nourishing me

 

 

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008