Poet Introduction Still me ... I just put the pixels on the screen, usually straight from the heart/soul with no filter No I won't compromise my principles Just Write ... Taken with a lot of things ... Like beauty of any kind ... Bless and love ... - Alan
Sometimes you don't want to care Sometimes all you do is feel Sometimes you turn away ashamed Other times you give 'till you bleed
Open the vein and let your life flow through Filling those who need it 'till full No begging or stealing necessary Charity given freely rightly and in Bucketfuls
If you feel we were put here for greed, selfishness and hate Then I am sorry for your soul and heart and very being There is a universe to discover within us And walls within only hinder our ability to see it clearly
When the aches press in you wonder When the pressure pushes out from within When your inner light seems a furnace melting hotter Welding what makes you feel shut and closed in
Tight in your bubble of impermeability Watching the world pass through your consciousness As if some strange cinematic trip through a personal Twilight Zone's scrutiny All the troubles and all the triumphs all the love and all the trespasses
Then like that scene in A Clockwork Orange or a car crash You try but you can't look away seeing the horrors over and over ...
Pulling threads of old memories can hurt Some are funny Some are happy Some jump up and elevate
Some fill you with love Some with remorse Others Regret Still others with sadness and loss
One never really knows which thread the mind will pull When left to wander over fabled meadows in the sunshine still To meander through mazes filled with debris and bait When the reins are dropped and courses left to fate
When one simply wishes to ride and not steer A roll of the dice it seems or is it really our...