Fountains of Creativity

Its crazy man... just when you've got an assignment due, the poetry flows like crazy. I'm not saying its a bad thing, probably just sub conscious procrastonation. So when my conscious mind finally decides not to procrastonate, I have a fully redundant second procrastonation loop that kicks into gear, helping me to procrastonate without even thinking about it. DAMN.. that's a fully developed slacker if I've ever seen one. So, without any further adieu, here is the poem of procrastonation that spilled onto my word processor, so freely last night...


Love is like an unfinished poem
An interest endlessly peaked
By definition, inexplicable and unique

And yet my poems are complete
They no longer tear at my mind
In search of long forgotten answers

Waiting for a bus that never comes
Hanging in the silence of words unspoken
A mindless gaze

Yes, you were a poem
Long written, long forgotten
As your words cross the terrain of my memory
Impressions left, like me, entrenched in clay
Waiting to melt into embellishment

Sweeping on to something new
The times walk briskly onward
Cocking their heads with quizzical looks
As I turn to stare at you

Impartial, the observer
Willing to jump into the sea
The soul is warm
Its aftermath, an awestruck mystery
Close is for the keeping
But freedom brings him joy
Loving from a distance
Ideas flow to his employ

Leave waiting for the dead
Leave willing for the door
Writing quickly to the story
Fighting madly to the floor
I’ll take it till I’m down and out,
‘till I have no more right
Than wrong
The stars can dance,
reflect this trance
That’s held me all along

We are...(rough copy)

The year begins
A slow incline
decievingly alluring

i wait for the impact
for the storm that it brings
the new set of obstacles
ready to pounce

to take to the sky
and watch the fleeting chaos
giving eyes the open view
seeing though all, not just two

to step out of myself
the constraints of this life
to see whats beyond
the boundaries of sense

take perception,
for all its worth
the judgements we place
on this tainted experience

Feelin' Gooood

the tranquil waters
I quickly displace
without a thought
without disgrace

once they seemed
so pure to me,
in distant future lies
and waits

such bliss has taken
and overcome
all that I knew
about the one

that love once lingered
in the mist
until eyes open and
sweetly kissed

illusions waste
such precious time
to take, to laugh
and be alive