Inspired to create,
compelled to sculpt,
my hands paint,
draw, write, shape;
My voice expresses.
I’ve built solid houses.
I’ve blended polymers.
I’ve soldered, wired, arranged.
I’ve spread pigments thick
among taught canvas threads.
But what should be
My masterpiece
Is a confused and fragile mass.
What happened to determination?
Where is strength and focus?
Seeing my weakness, I fall
Knowing my sins, I loose faith.
Humanity breaks down, disappoints,
And, dispirited, I am a disappointment.
Show me the metal of resolve.
Teach me hope in man, in myself.
I will forge a greater thing
Out of this broken mind.
compelled to sculpt,
my hands paint,
draw, write, shape;
My voice expresses.
I’ve built solid houses.
I’ve blended polymers.
I’ve soldered, wired, arranged.
I’ve spread pigments thick
among taught canvas threads.
But what should be
My masterpiece
Is a confused and fragile mass.
What happened to determination?
Where is strength and focus?
Seeing my weakness, I fall
Knowing my sins, I loose faith.
Humanity breaks down, disappoints,
And, dispirited, I am a disappointment.
Show me the metal of resolve.
Teach me hope in man, in myself.
I will forge a greater thing
Out of this broken mind.
posted by TwistedNoggin at 10:12 AM
4 Comments:
'Out of this broken mind.'
Wow. Sounds like the sort of thing I wring out of myself in the wee hours of the morning in front of a buzzing monitor. Very nice.
GreyGhost said he thought you must be my twin.
If we're twins, though, I get to be the evil twin. (mua ha ha ha!)
I confess, I have not blended polymers. You are ahead of me there. Maybe you should go to work for DuPont? Perhaps they could use a poet-polymer blender. . .
I am noticing a metallic theme in some of your work. Any thoughts on that?
Blending polymers is not that exciting and the fumes are mighty unhealthy. I used to work in a factory that processed plastics. I liked it cause they gave me a lab coat and the factory guys were great fellas.
The metallic theme goes back farther than I can remember. It's my life goal to rid myself of fleshy weakness and to be strong. A lot of my older poems were about that theme.
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