Stranger to Myself

Who am I?
when i see myself as a stanger
my picture up on billboards, or social networking sites
I wish that i could meet that person
and know how they actually feel
about the world, politics
or even about...

a hollow shell, living in the moment
never turning back, nor ever looking forward
I live in this mystery.
a-symmetrical misery

giving more than getting back
loving all, pseudo scientifically.
wave my heart around like a white flag of peace
confusion abounding around me
the white flag, now torn and tattered.
I’m marooned and alone.
Skull and crossbones.

...Still working on this one. Just thoughts that needed to get out.

BioRhythms

Creativity come to me
I need this presence to survive
for my goodness, health and well being

The night is young, but my emotions are getting old.
with stagnant fear and anger living at the foreground
rotten disgust, molding hate
I need a new beginning,
a new start
give me a chance to re-invent the wheel
before giving in and surrendering my heart.

cliches rocking the boat
uneasy with choices i’ve made, i spin
around and around.
around the castle,
down in the moat.

thinking clear is far too hard,
i’ll call it mental constipation
I need a natural remedy
a psychological laxitive

Writing symphonies from my heart strings
my wind pipes bellow
to the organ of my lungs
synapses turn to syntax
fluid streaks of notes scattered like stars in my ears
new ideas take shape
new paths created in the absence
of my old tired life.

The night is young, but my emotions are getting old.
with stagnant fear and anger living at the foreground
rotten disgust, molding hate
I need a new beginning,
a new start
give me a chance to re-invent the wheel
before giving in and surrendering my heart.