So Art Does Imitate Life
My poems remind me of my life,
A mirror of my mental strife.
It's like I straddle every line.
I try to make all angles fit.
Blank verse, free verse, meter and rhyme.
Poe, Dickens, Whitman and Wilde.
I mix it all because I can.
I want none.
I want it all.
Structure and freedom.
The same exact way I try to balance,
My religious convictions and sense of justice,
My analytical aloofness and passionate responses.
I wish I were one or the other.
I wish I could round off my angles.
But I can't lose a half of myself,
Because then, what would I be?
A person solid in all of my beliefs,
In all of my dreams,
Because the other voice has been screened.
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.