A POEM FOR MICHAEL
The envy of many a man
samsonic looks, vivacious
energy that bleeds from every pore
movement and song a gift to share,
yet;
within that tousled look a spirit of despair.
Lost in emotion,sensative needs that did not abate.
Wether rich or poor a victim of the darker side.
Deep recesses that pit your soul,
caverns of loneliness no twine can reach to lift.
The choice to ease strikes within the heart, to late when seed is sown, non
to call upon, so true to see your want.
only selfish attendance.
Narcissus never!how wrong the eye can view.
'Stead there cries a spirit of human thought, for affection and need for annointment to ease the caverns,to rid the blackest holes.
Too late;the deed is set,escape to inner peace and death for those too young.
Nov 1997
The envy of many a man
samsonic looks, vivacious
energy that bleeds from every pore
movement and song a gift to share,
yet;
within that tousled look a spirit of despair.
Lost in emotion,sensative needs that did not abate.
Wether rich or poor a victim of the darker side.
Deep recesses that pit your soul,
caverns of loneliness no twine can reach to lift.
The choice to ease strikes within the heart, to late when seed is sown, non
to call upon, so true to see your want.
only selfish attendance.
Narcissus never!how wrong the eye can view.
'Stead there cries a spirit of human thought, for affection and need for annointment to ease the caverns,to rid the blackest holes.
Too late;the deed is set,escape to inner peace and death for those too young.
Nov 1997