Who am i... forced to live?

Who am I is the question I ask!- Finding the answer is no easy task... For all these years I have made my mask... Even I no longer see through it!- Weaves of life make a sorceress fit. A child that is sad donning a smile... Family love that last such a short while! Ridgid rule dictate what I must feel... Living a life that doesn't seem real! A strange nightmare in which to be bound!- Deafening cries uttered with no sound! A father that was never around... The preached love of "God"... not to be found! Live in anothers reality... Close your eyes to the truth you may see... Born to these chains... no chance to be free! Then finding myself out on my own... They wonder why the child has not grown! A whole new world seen through a childs' eyes... A young adult raised in mists of lies!- Questions on truth now free to arise! Now free to read the forbidden books Without the gaze of accusing looks! Wisdom came to me as did each night... Not searching archieves... but second sight! Old knowledge and new knowledge collide- From no philosophy did I hide... For without knowledge life can't abide! Oh, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats... poets so great!- Did ever you meet with such a fate?- Knowing the answers are just quedtions... Philosophy, one souls' explanations... The universe, unsolved equations... Nature hid in blissful deceptions!- Yet your words met with grand receptions! How people love to be blind to life... They take great thoughts... words sharp as a knife... Distort meanings to deal with their strife! Talisen, the first and greatest bard!- What in life did you find to be hard? Your words flowed like honey from the hive... Celebrations of all that's alive! Whether hid in seemly darkness- Good and evil both bear a likness... \As does life and death... stagnet progress! Do we go forward or just regress?- Is history future... tomorrow past?- Is this life our first... is it our last? We weave enchantments in written word... So that which is bland and seems absurd Turns to sweetness never before heard! The poet does not pride himself in this... As does the youth upon the first kiss. For the Muse guides the hand that would write... Taking the poet to eternal night... Where the Wisdoms are the only light! When the poet learns how his mind must fight... That's when he'sgiven his second sight! And what a poor gift it is to gain!- To leave the thoughts of all that is sane... Give your mind to insanitys' reign! To be the eyes and hands of the Muse- The gift of "Gods"!- used only to use! Their wisdom the gift... my mind the price!- Another mask which will wrap my face! So who am I forced to live once more? Of this, how could I ever be sure?- A poet... a soul in search of what's pure! Written November 8th, 2001 © on Nov 08 2001 01:16 AM PST   0 • 10