You build this thing with blocks of guile
and marvel at the creation
and hate it
it is exactly what you fear
Happiness lies in the belly of the soul
it changes with each subtle breeze
Subversion and immersion in folly
only begets the inevitable
solidarity of being alone
it is exactly that which you eschew
I can't have all the answers
as much as I crave them
I can no more see tomorrow from here
than could I see today from yesterday
but I saunter out
and laughingly make my way
through the maze of the sameness
in an effort to persevere
it is exactly what I fail to do
Instead, I extend a battered curiosity
and steel myself for the blow
sure to come
and revel when it doesn't
and that's exactly what I need.
you may not have all the answers but you certainly have the determination to explore all their possibilities ... excellent poem, Brian ... a most inspired offering ...
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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And, so, it is. Through a Poet's words.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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Complex, scitzophrenic imagery; but so damn cool! I like the way this progressed--brilliant work!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)