It keeps me sane when I tether on the edge,
Soothing me and fighting that dark urge,
That morbid urge to become one with the night,
So yes, you can call it my guiding light.
It lifts me to new planes of reality,
From those dizzy heights, I look down
And I see my actions are not futility,
From the mundane to the monumental,
They come together in a stunning mosaic.
It is the rose-colored glasses, through which I see the world clearly,
It is the deafening din in which I find true serenity,
Stripping me of all pretenses it leaves me clothed in truth,
So you look at me and my nakedness is just an illusion.
It is the place,
Where my nonsense finds meaning,
Where I can call you a fool and have you smiling,
Where my sins are virtuous because I’m rhyming,
And where it is truth even when I'm lying.
Through its words,
I've traveled to places only I can imagine,
I’ve gone back in time to write many wrongs,
I've stood on shoulders of giants and seen the future,
And my hope in humanity was restored, well, a bit,
I've spoken against politicians who milk us dry,
I've spoken against religious dogma and shackled minds,
I’ve spoken about love won and love lost,
I’ve spoken about fair maidens won at great cost,
And you listened and you awoke from your trance,
You matched ahead not giving our shame a second glance.
In my mind, I see myself on the grandest stage,
My voice, crystal clear,
The crowd hangs on my every word,
Each word worth its weight in gold,
I hear them screaming, my name,
They bid me not to stop,
Flashing lights everywhere,
And at the curtains call,
The applause seems to reverberate forever,
My ego swells exponentially with each heartbeat,
And in my mind, I know it’s all in my mind, yet, it’s real.
Poetry and I...
*****March 31, 2012*****
(someone recently asked me what poetry meant to me, I couldn't really put it in 'normal' so obviously I had to write a poem about that)