Fiery Tempest of Poems

Just a second of space evil one.

From where did you come from and where did you stand.

I stand here, dull in creativity and in want of heart.

Saddened and irritated by a body of heaviness.

Criticism running sharp, anger full of defense.

But still, I try and try.

Kindness in full throttle, patience as exuberant as the glowing sky.

And so I try, and try.

A mental block, yes a heavy deep fog, weighing in on my mind, soul, and heart.

Anxiousness as a mental affair;

Freedom on lockdown.

Anger in suspense,

…..heaviness, heaviness.

Faced with a dilemma, blockage on high.

Lavishly associated with possibilities

Secrecy enmeshed in particles of glob and sewage

You thought it was gross.

But love and kindness must abound.

He is my brother, a true friend.

We’re all different in many ways, we all have our faults

How many times have I fallen.

How many times…

How many times.

Joy, a peace that fills the air.

Positivity, flowing in the background.

Habits locked up in a storm of fear, anxiety and dissipating anger.

Where do I stand… No name to mention.

Fear, fanaticism.

Out of respect I fear???

Oh Lord… change the subject, change the subject.