A re-post of a older poem. Enjoy.

Musings ~ 09/08/02

a skyline made of hanging trees beneath yellow metal and wire -

humanity in its glory framed there in the powder blue sky

in the warm caress of a daytime breeze

serenaded by the numbing hum of petulant bumble bees

and the mechanical clink of car engines -

a deep breath of those fumes - a day like this

makes you want to sleep

for it lulls you with false beliefs of peace -

tranquillity achieved on a neon blue park bench

(they should advertise it)

oh, to be so naive as to believe in the power

of humanity

as a

whole

and not

individually

I don't want to be fragmented anymore -

wouldn't that be beauty in and of itself

I see my senses slowly suppressed

(funny that I should recognize blindness beyond my own conceited prejudice)

beneath cynicism

why am I not stronger

as to resist the taming hand

that seeks to collar me and

make me heel

I am not an object anymore

to drown in a world not of my own

(or so I would delude myself)

with ideas of nobility to patch

up the frayed remains of pride

in an attempt not to tatter the cloak of confidence too much

I purchased it at a discount price

you have got to love illusions

and the powers of self-deception they inspire -

heart in my palm instead of in my soul

oh, what a beautiful life

beneath a skyline of weeping willows and yellow metal