MisterPoetry
Bluelighter
I
Look beyond sights nearsightedness
And try to gain the whole picture.
Close my eyes and snap a shot
Encyclopedia Brown style
Hoping to retain every last detail.
Positive or negative
The images remain negatives I can
Develop as I please.
To conjure up the past
With such a frightening resemblance
Its deja vu through a memory
With out the situation at hand.
Flash backs take control of voluntary actions
Involuntarily volunteering my
Movements and judgements
As my past makes a play for my future.
Clever ploy...
Its these ties to the past that bind us,
Holding stead fast
To images snapped way back when.
Only they belong back then
When they fasten to your passion for life
Causing nothing to happen
But the same old thought to hatch and rehatch
Attaching the hatchling indefinitely
Superglue fashion till your past
Becomes your future actions.
No growth
No maturity
The same old song and dance is danced
Until the song burrows into your ear
As your feet are doing to the dancefloor
Embedding its and your imprints irreversibly
In times waltzing room.
Bound to the ground
When flight is possible.
Fledglings cant fly without falling
I
Have never left the ground.
Look beyond sights nearsightedness
And try to gain the whole picture.
Close my eyes and snap a shot
Encyclopedia Brown style
Hoping to retain every last detail.
Positive or negative
The images remain negatives I can
Develop as I please.
To conjure up the past
With such a frightening resemblance
Its deja vu through a memory
With out the situation at hand.
Flash backs take control of voluntary actions
Involuntarily volunteering my
Movements and judgements
As my past makes a play for my future.
Clever ploy...
Its these ties to the past that bind us,
Holding stead fast
To images snapped way back when.
Only they belong back then
When they fasten to your passion for life
Causing nothing to happen
But the same old thought to hatch and rehatch
Attaching the hatchling indefinitely
Superglue fashion till your past
Becomes your future actions.
No growth
No maturity
The same old song and dance is danced
Until the song burrows into your ear
As your feet are doing to the dancefloor
Embedding its and your imprints irreversibly
In times waltzing room.
Bound to the ground
When flight is possible.
Fledglings cant fly without falling
I
Have never left the ground.
