[ fAwL ] Six Days

      
Monday    
     
How to describe a      
Poetic Love Giving Goddess    
who tirelessly shares herself?    
     
She shimmers as if a flowing river    
cascading over rocky shelf      
distributing ... .. .    
     
Highly insufficient symbolism!    
in my opinion; better poetry    
waits to be written   
     
while All That Is    
has already perfected verse    
I can hardly compete with    
     
utilizing the metaphor of      
You as the Universe    
expressing how deeply      
I am Loved    
and    
truly cared for    
     
Tuesday    
     
I submit    
myself to critique    
---painstaking    
editing process highlighting    
subscribed to inadequacies    
and needless repetitions    
recited throughout years of    
frustration reinforcing disbelief    
     
for I was weak    
hurt, tired, starving, thirsting    
without expectation of relief    
in a world I continued to perceive    
as having abandoned me;    
     
a feral beast ignoring Instincts    
in a realm of physicality    
it was both thrilled by    
yet feared immensely    
     
---left distrusting;     
     
coping    
     
Wednesday    
     
Intensely, I sought Truth    
on my own for twenty years    
     
hoping    
     
there was more to this life than      
Randomness    
secretly worshipped gods of Athiests    
and the proverbial Old Testament  
Asshole    
     
I did find it    
     
or    
     
it found me    
 
against all odds;     
whatever the case    
the embrace was effortless    
while another twenty years passed    
in a daily grappling to reign in    
the artist gone insanely mad    
running amok within    
mused with the lit fuse of    
"dire inspirations"    
     
The Art of Creating One's Life?    
     
Fuck ...    
     
for the most part    
I gave up on mine as usual    
favoring damage control    
---managing the chaos in    
a galaxy spiraling adrift    
where a rift was forming    
neatly centered    
     
Thursday    
     
This black hole I entered    
should not be confused with    
"depression"    
swallowing everything      
including Light    
often leaving one wishing    
to be dead    
     
Although    
I certainly wasn't living;      
        
instead, Alternate Realty    
is what I often slipped into    
     
exploring imagination's fringes    
in fantasy, free versed   
no strings attached    
     
Having given up on Love    
I yearned for peace, quiet    
and above all else    
opportunity to be myself    
Solitude would provide    
     
Being alone was a beautiful lie    
I eagerly believed in    
     
Friday    
     
To my surprise ...    
     
Love did not give up on me    
     
Saturday    
     
I detest surprises    
     
such undermines my sense of security    
victimizes me with Fifty-Five Mile Per Hour    
hit n run notions in the back of the head    
insisting I'm not the author of My Life's Poem    
     
However, yours was an acquaintance    
in the making long before we met    
     
----Like attracts Like---    
     
I knew this to be true    
once upon a time    
     
I know it through You again
now amidst an Awakening    
and I'm finally feeling at      
Home    
     
Sunday    
     
For Forty Years, where oases    
were far and few between    
I wandered in a desert of    
my own making    
     
but within minutes of being
Honest with myself, I fell in
Love      
     
So, how to describe you ...    
     
the only person    
whos I feel safe with    
bringing me immeasurable Joy    
God so eloquently illustrated    
in a mere six days?    
     
     
     
I'm at a loss of words    
at this very moment    
     
and this poem?    
     
Fails to do you any justice    
barely passing for a Love Letter    
     
Please,    
give me the Honor and Pleasure    
of another Twenty to Forty Years    
---I promise to come up with something  
better