My first time
Posted to Action Poetry
by totem1 on 2003-05-27 09:54:00
I am a virgin up here
My first time, I need to rhyme
Peering down at the crowd shy
Why-there is a first time for everything
I need the words to flow now
Nothing else matters but the creation-
The never-ceasing moment of the sublime ecstatic
Quivering of the brain down the lane of life
Craving the thumb of the hitch hiker soul
To blow in the wind-dust particles
Calming down to a high pile
Mountain of thoughts back to dust
Once again blowing through the stagnant ruts of man
Ready to die but still alive and not craving
Life!
Shield yourself now to the blinding of
The unwinding caress of destiny's fingers
stroking each strand of every gland in that
Body of work that has now bound
The Mind
My kind of God-FREEDOM
Choosing to unwind on this paper as opposed
to complaints in the tiny molecular structures
OF THE BUBBLES of the brew before the madness
FLEW into your ears and gave forth
FEAR OF BREATH...
