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I feel so young, not frail or broken.
Yet mind and body wars against my token
And I feel utterly alone one screaming moment
Only to change in utter joy, what a bestowment!
A splitting self the doctor sees, am I by-polar?
Cause if I sit and listen to myself
I may agree with such a shattered order
And even let it rule my gutted choice.
But then again I noticed all my darkened moments
They come when others stab and slash my way.
And I can slash right back with such precision
But then again I tell myself, what of their pain?
Are their intentions good, oblivious, pure evil?
At times I ask myself that very thing.
For stewy mess is like a promised ring
Which never makes it’s way into the swing
Of brave new dreams. Ends up a silly fling.
But pain still bleeds from every wounded corner
And at some moments I don’t seem to care.
But life is full of dance moves on sharp needles
And en-between there are some roses too
Yet how you tip your toes around such poses
Is up to you. Right? No need to be always blue.