by David Lester Young
Monday, December 26, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Deep inside the darkness within one’s soul,
Core fear of the unknown solitary psyche,
Seed born occupying space-time continuum,
Bare-naked temporal temple of sanctuary,
Unique inner world of one’s own intelligence.
Inner intuition radiating chi of levitation,
Meditative analytical medicinal therapy,
Universe of one unique introverted mind,
Dreaming upon a vacuum of unknown,
Conquering a wilderness of fears in triumph.
Conflicting universes of physical boundaries,
Born to grow, wrinkle to succumb to graves.
Linear footpath of regimented time waves,
Marching away could have been moments,
Magnifying commitments committing decisions.
Histories mirroring reflection, a ghostly presence,
Speck of dust flash dancing its choreography.
Played once to perfection, or lost forever in time.
A mistake crumbling a foundation into trash,
One lie in a million truths of one’s character.
Spatial coordinates of the origins of fingers,
Recording words of future recorded prosperity.
Wealth of the inner soul, even in utter poverty,
Reaching deep inside to claim the high ground.
Medal Of Honor, within one’s own social worth.
Note: After so many failures, especially after being terminated for writing poetry, my heart climbs for higher ground in the therapy the words always bring inside me. One prays to find signs along the isolated path of improbability. Yet, as I share my words with some along the way, they light me up with their smiles, so I can again find the path with no physical end. Looking back, the path has already evaporated in time.
They notes are part of my therapy, a lot of them are distorted, but just maybe it will give you insight into how many fears, imperfections, and insecurities a person can have, and yet throw their writing to the wolves.
What is perfect in me – everything.
What is imperfect in me – everything.
What is right in me – everything.
What is wrong in me – everything.
Until your eyes discern the truth
Of the facts presented to you to
Make me human capable of error.
D.Lester 12/26/05 ©
Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time.
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Thank you David for sharing your heart and soul in written words!!
Maybe some day you can tell me more about the story behind the "Terminated poet"....if it's okay with you!!