deepundergroundpoetry.com

Mood Swing # 17: The Pugilist And His Mourning Muse

� �
I have come � �
To innerstand over time � �
That I have � �
To fight for Love � �
� �
This UNI-verse � �
Gives no handouts � �
So when I wake I try not to mourn � �
In the waking morning � �
� �
I need to � �
Feel my words as Truth � �
Roaming as a codependency thing while � �
Being ok coexisting within � �
This haunting dynamic � �
� �
I'll narrow my thoughts of this dream as � �
To not ramble too much � �
Just know my sweet kindred � �
� �
Pay attention � �
To what I am pouring into you � �
I'm so electrified right now � �
I need you as my spiritual semi-conductor � �
� �
When I am between your legs � �
I am between realms � �
Fighting for Love � �
Flogged by the perennial aches � �
Of my human conditioning � �
� �
Be my sounding board � �
My amplifier...my magnifier of this Verse � �
As I edge my tip � �
Into the sacred depths of � �
Your ocean's bed � �
Feel the girth of my anchor as it drops � �
Heavy memoirs ��
Of moments unspoken � �
� �
As � �
� �
� �
I dock � �
� �
� �
And � �
� �
� �
Streamline � �
� �
� �
What dreams may come � �
� �
� �
Of us � �
� �
� �
Be my dreamcatcher � �
Weave the alchemy of your intangibles � �
As I stir my mourning aches � �
Inside your moody blues � �
� �
� �
Feel my imperfect fight for Love � �
Join me in this crusade � �
Where there are no handouts � �
No quarters given � �
Let us be bold enough to � �
Dare our fates � �
And move in unison � �
� �
As takers � �
� �
Makers � �
� �
And markers � �
Of our own glorious passage through this � �
Time/space continuum � �