Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

mining your reality
is fraught with obstacles
breakdowns in memory
deliberate or best recollections
faded like old jeans

we pull the weeds with bare hands
tear apart the layers of jungle
with zeal and trepidation
bedfellows of the process
that plunges one into the chasm

your rib cage parts like the red sea
post modern, organs are exposed
to daylight and polluted air, Here
are the guts you seek, Here is
the treasure chest of ambiguous truth

for you
no one else, it's personal
a private matter for an obsessed searcher
pioneer
adventurous fool

perhaps some things are best left sealed
below the earth's crust
buried in a pile of mistakes, bad decisions
whims of fancy
sinkholes, in the learning curved road to maturity

I am so attention different I have little clue what happened but I feel like most of it so far was fun, even the hard stuff resolved ,how ever there is no possibility of me telling you what all it was ,only the crazy stories I tell myself , Perhaps I am your fool but I love the adventure knowing I do not have a clue as what will happen next , I do know that ice cold beer on a sweltering hot Alabama day is really good, the poem made me think in low gear , now Im rolling along fixing to shift gears.enjoyed also

appreciate the comments leaf....

You are one fine writer, Steve!

thanx Doreen....xoxo