A year ago this May,
in fact, upon this same very grey day-
something came over me I found could say,
in no other way but to portray, as I still do today- jotting, plotting, jolting, revolting
my madness as some sort of poetic art-
which is why I decided I had to start,
listening to my heart,
and do my part- despite not making the cut
by un-bardly and barbarously writing this blog,
Captain's log, composing my maniacal inner dialogue-
which is more of a moonstruck monologue,
as a way to clear the hazy daze of a mental fog.
It has been like a wild child,
often haphazardly styled,
but mainly harmless and mild,
like those old pictures of frozen smiles filed
away for another day, in a chronicle or journal thing-
that sometimes may happen sing, or carry a certain catchy ring-
whispering words watching my darkness
led to the pot of gold, heavy and enlightening
in view, which I always knew-
but fear too frozen to pursue,
that terror all told, it may be true-
that this is the best I can do.
Looking back at my utter lack
of skill or talent-I gave it a whack, took an honest crack-
yet this jumpy soundtrack blares-I have no knack
for poems or neat nifty nick knacks like paddy whacks -nor any patience for yackety yaks.
But what do I care. I will likely still dare-
since no one is even aware that I blare-or knows it is there-
or here, (hear) this little voice from somewhere-dark
musing and muttering about idle cares and personal affairs,
has answered my unphrased prayers.
that this is the best I can do.
Looking back at my utter lack
of skill or talent-I gave it a whack, took an honest crack-
yet this jumpy soundtrack blares-I have no knack
for poems or neat nifty nick knacks like paddy whacks -nor any patience for yackety yaks.
But what do I care. I will likely still dare-
since no one is even aware that I blare-or knows it is there-
or here, (hear) this little voice from somewhere-dark
musing and muttering about idle cares and personal affairs,
has answered my unphrased prayers.
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