A Bitter Bit of Honesty
50Two men
In one flesh
endlessly arguing
which is best
where to go
what to see
which one will be them
or me unrelenting though
shouted down or music'd out
round after round in bout after bout.
One wants darkness
danger, dispare, anger, hatred, apathy, fire,
unquenchable thirst and burning desires
Unflinching caprice, sarcasm rife
Causing deep shame when he inflicts all
even wife
keeping him starving yet
not starving self
Required balance, discipline and help.
The other dissatisfied
with life and the game
the rat race bores him
people's mind to bend
nothing quenches need
or desires of dominion
tight within bounds he
will never let me cross
rules must be followed
he wants to be boss.
I, caught in the middle
must speak for those two
mediate their desires
motion in favor of
what I want to do, see, feel, grieve
the argument a thing that lulls me to sleep
yet time has placed them both on my chain
a measure beyond them all
a free spirit not for lack of rules
but a whip crack crack at their back.
They know to flinch.
I cant deny my nature
why I am unique
cannot silence myself
be silenced for there
ever words to speak
the conflict within
scares the Sandman to death
lots of life lessons
and different points of view
moral or not, I comprehend and mull over
for lack a way to give those two concrete boots
I sample life's roes daily.
whether I do or don't want to.
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I am me between the two but acknowledging them all the same.
Jeggedfrost: I'm not sure the message in the poem, but, I enjoyed reading it all the same.
Brother Dave.
wow that is the second comment of this kind. I am not sure what to think about that. Perhaps it would help to know that it was attached to a question challenging writers to write about one's self.
Ah, not to worry - good poetry can never be understood with a simple once-through. It takes time for the words to finish their good work. Anyone who reads it more than once and lets it soak in will get it; I did. Thanks for pouring out your heart once again.
my thanks Dave P
Restorer of sanity
knight of the word
perhaps go I on more
you twill not believe me.
jagged frost you are very talented. Writing from the heart.
Why Thank you Dal. I appreciate the visit.
The Yin and the Yang of life...Each will out when needed...like a pre programmed tomahawk missile, constantly correcting right and left, the inner battle will get you there...sometimes to your regret, sometimes to your joy...Let Janus face the past and the future at the same time...You stay rooted in the present, my friend...Nice imagery, very thought provoking again...Thanks, Larry
Thanks Larry for your support and reading, even critiques of my works. I do appreciate your opinion. Yeah, you are right, If I were to have a crest I would have to add the yin and yang symbol to my coat of arms just to feel honest in its expression.
Jaggedfrost, Thought provoking! Hmmm...
It appears you are loosing a bit of sleep? I get the impression you are between two opinions, and they both have qualities you like and dislike?
The beauty of poetry is it can be quite abstract and the original intent is often only known to the author...
Thank you sharing, Peace & Blessings!
You are right about the perspectives although it seems my lot to keep both in balance and in perspective.
Jag, now i understand the bantering in that other work. LOL
To be gifted with muse is heaven but two or three, one can lose it pretty fast, haha I lost a year once. Only bits and pieces do I remember. Was a grand year though from what people tell me haha. You the commander there hehe, hold them reigns :D Your work is excellent. :D hugs :D
lol I lost two years but my wife didn't think it was so pleasant. They are now only voices that I understand as much as I understand my own. Keeping them straight keeps me sane.
attemptedhumour Level 5 Commenter 19 months ago
Being a bloke and not very good with 'flowery' poetry i'm not sure exactly what you mean in this poem. Are you deciding whether to choose a passive male or a dominant one? I read this twice and it is certainly well written but maybe too cloudy for someone not skilled in anything other than rhyming poetry. Cheers