I can no longer hold

I can no longer hold
the speed of youth
between downhill motion
and the tale that is I

it is a question of either
or the other within grasp
not the antelope
I once shifted into

I am slow mucus
yellow phlegm
at the corner of your mouth
I really don't care

war is wrong
religious madness
male nightmares
of being seen for ever

I see the garden
the final peace well worth
keeping close
to all aspects of I

I
that lives inputting
recoding
making sense

this is no more
motion is motion
time is time
I am no more




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-08-12 at 00:29

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Ouf, the weight of the despair (or so the feelings expressed translate to me) is rife in these words... like a letting go of all expectations, aspirations and inspirations as though none of it no longer matter. The madness inside coupled with the one outside are enough to bring to a boiling point where it'll overflow. We have an expression here where I live "la goutte qui fait déborder le vase" (rough translation: the drop of water that makes the vase overflow) is what goes through my mind here. Needless to say that whether I'm on mark or not, the trip you brought me on with your words is seizing and leaves a strong impression. Very good.
2014-08-14