Randomly focused on odd behavior
reminded by an urge, or two;
with an irrepressible longing
caused by dreams that fade from view.
A nature governed not by gracefulness
nor easily received,
a psychic-mind gameshow that's real
but, the host can't be believed.
An emotional direction with
a humor dark, and vague;
even though my wit seems manic
depression takes me down a peg.
Reason blurred by my intentions
because, doubt helps me feel secure,
indignation stirs my panic
coercing mindsets too obscure.
Inhaling empty expectations
so, my mind can suppress moods;
I anxiously blame desires'
psychotic, guilty attitudes.
Breathing out, I honestly believe
I can't justify what I'm thinking of,
then I cognitively realize
I've found, I'm quite lost in love!
Comments
flowingly swift in its rhythm like a caress
".....my mind can suppress moods;"...could it be suppresses?
This is a very...what shall I call it?...particular way of saying what you wish to express, content and meaning-wise but it is flowingly swift in its rhythm like a caress,-a flourish of the pen to form a poem.
Love Ann
Hi Ann....
...how eternally grateful, am I to you...for recognizing that fact! I sincerely was trying to write this discombobulated piece that used every bit of "psycho babble" that I could conjure up.....but, have it flow as love would do; and your discerning eye caught it!
I really appreciated you for that, really! Thanx sooo much for reading, enjoying it enough to add a comment. You're very kind, and it does take a discerning eye....(not necessarily of a poet)...to have "caught on", as to what I was trying to do.
I'm genuinely "tickled", that my effort was not in vain.
Thanx, once again,
docmaverick.