Poetic Representation

There's a neon flashing light that says EXIT But I am trapped I want to run I want to hide But my mind has collapsed The end is racing toward my future My future is fading fast How can I escape this catatonic seizure of my mind Can I take a step back to be in my past? A time with exits and open doors But instead I'm stuck Glued Sweat galloping through my pores Then I look up and see my number My final number I silently begin to pray A voice speaks to me A voice so confident and so aggressive saying "How would you like to pay?" I can't believe I just spent this much money on on shoes!

This is not one of my favorites, but I feel that there may be others out there in the world that would like this. WBS 9/1/99 My senses are fading fast I can not see what is before my blinded eyes I can not hear the spoken word through my deafened ears I can not taste the sweet nectar, my tongue is numb I can not sing the pleasant melodies, I am dumb All I have left is the touch, but it too is coming to an end, a halt, to become intangible. If my senses leave my weary temple, will I become lesser in my knowledge and understandings If I can not see the end, will it come If I can not hear the cry, will there be tears If I can not taste the bitterness of life, will it get better If I can not sing a song of joy, will the world be forever in agony If I can not touch the hearts of many, will there be a mournful loss before us Will I keep putting blame on the path to destruction or try to change the map to my survival guide

WBS 10/15/98 I am in control of the uncontrollable self of mine I stepped down from the life of conforming theories led by others I am on the open road of timeless space adjusting to life as my own person free from all that was thrown down on me causing me to fall I am now standing standing higher than before a time that brought me triumphs and a time that caused me sorrows and pain finding answers to all a question put before my mind to ponder I have been made free as the ocean waves gliding towards the beach I am as open as the air we breathe I learned to be myself wonderfully only I could be me wonderfully free.