Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Catch Me If You Can












I wanna go back there
I don't care what I got to lose
Insecurity has taken it's toll
Time has tickled me enough
Being old is a big menace just as much as it is a blessing
I could title it 'believing in fairy tales'
but who'd believe me..
except me

I didn't want this war....

I keep finding myself in other dreams
doing other things
gazing at white lonely flowers falling
off the side of a Seaside Hill
landing softly
on faded grass

Soft beauty ...
that's what I miss.
Playing in the streets..unattended,
loving so hard I never wanted to look back,
and.... the last one to crack
When did I lose my childhood ?
Where did my chronic serendipity go ?
When did Winter roses start to die
instead of live...?

find me The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

What's so funny is these eevie jeevies
love still gives me...
Yeah, guilty as charged
tryna get home/back home
knowing that we who change too late
miss the jokes....you know
No more clicking the heels,
no more brick road thrills....
just a busted window pain/pane

Now each day I find myself
hugging myself
because I just don't want to let go
I'm taking my boot to my own head
because.....I'm still
feeling time and place
squeezing my muscles
....so I won't forget....

It's the only excitement I look for


I'm still a free free spirit....a phoenix outlaw
and I say to my dreams
....

catch me if you can









jak(12/13/11)

14 comments:

  1. I hear yah...Beautifully written...Another nice share. HUGZS

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  2. l really liked this poem Joyce. Its deep and meaningful on lots of different levels.
    It intrigued me, drawing me into it to discover more.

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  3. thank you lady...glad you enjoyed the read......:)

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  4. Yes, Debieo, this is from me to me, on different levels of my emotional disposition. in a way it's me wanting to be free at this point in life, knowing that I'm already free...but really not free....if you understand that....

    Thanks for taking the walk with me....and feeling it...

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  5. OH how lovely..........So poignant and senses stirring!!
    I love it!

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  6. he feels *down..a accumulation..of sad things..sentimentally..reminiscing...................it.must be worse and harder to cope when youre older
    he/she needs some Hope xx

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  7. Kata...thank you for feeling this write. it comes from one that wouldn't stop with just a thought....

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  8. yes..but inside...he got it...he just don't want the hard work to find it again....

    thanks for the read.....one that keeps on thinking well after the pen sits down....

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  9. "Who is it that can tell me who I am?"

    ~William Shakespeare, King Lear



    (this resonates with me dear friend.................and for some reason I thought of King Lear...........)

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  10. Ahh but u see, pray for a young heart : ) our bodies maybe old and waisting away, but our souls/hearts..can be young always : ) A good write.

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  11. thank you Tom...I can feel that quote weaving into my thinking....yeah

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  12. I do, Stacey....even though things are slowing down, my mind isn't....

    thanks for feeling this with me...

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  13. A tremendous write as always as there is and for some reason it has you signature on it within the manner that you write.
    ~ compliment ~

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