supernova

  
I'm an ugly poetess
I mean I write of unpleasant things
decorating my walls with prettiness  
hoping you don't smell the stink
 
as I peruse the poetry of the enlightened
I'm confronted with my human downfalls
but don't feel pity for me
I'm not after that
just chasing down a thought
 
with hopes of shedding a light on the subject
using a lighter to light a cavern
deep and dank within
is getting to know my ego
 
once upon a time
I was evolving into a being of substance
who later began devolving at an alarming rate
when I create I connect deep within
but the source of my inspiration
is whispered to me from where all life begins

somewhere past all the lights
past all the stars, comets and planets
is a quiet darkness
so peaceful it draws me in
 
here I can see clearly the beauty and truth of things
something stirs inside me
a sort of singing  
I draw from this well
but I can tap into other energies also
 
like a  trip to a fast food joint
getting a quick fix
instead of something filling
it does little to nothing to nourish
my fellow humans who are reading
 
I know I must be conscious  
of the thought processes, I'm unveiling
because once I was a child
and sang of childish things
the universe charges me with a responsibility  
to be a champion of the greater good
within my ponderings
 
black holes of thought abound
tapping into these is for naught
they are a neverending energy drain
I'm told I am capable of greater things
the source of all truth has spoken to me
and I begin again