Melody of those in the Same boat
My cow bells are a little bit off par
My serenade seemingly won’t separate the stars
Trees won’t surround my natural state of being.
Everything I feel
My inner sight.
I’m meant to be singing a stream of consciousness of my inner plight
To gloat I’m on another planet.
If only I knew how to consistently cope
In this moment
In this dimension
I might have a bit of hope.
A full fleshed 3 D character would awash with the flostam
Starting from the Knee deep creeping up to reveal my fragile throat.
I’m you, man.
You are me, men and women.
We’re all floating in the same boat.
In water we still get soaked.
A place we try to fathom
stake as our own.
If not to deem ours authentically
Then atleast to titillate to titivate
With a decorum of sensuality
Posted on May 20, 2021, in CREATIVE INSPIRATION, POETIC WORKS, WRITTEN WORKS and tagged Beliefs, Creative Writing, Creativity, hope, Life, Love, poems, Poetry, Stream of consciousness. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.