Free Flow

(Circa July 2, 2004....I dedicate this one to a friend who is no longer with us...he was the greatest unknown poet in the world... )

In poetry's simplicity, i dictate jumbled thoughts on you and me....flowing from thought to page in poetic symphony...hurriedly, not to lose their identity...and still we wonder as we wander.....on and on and on we ponder...who we are in life and love and what we mean to Thee above....and why we lie in ignorant slumber....dreaming and waiting for someone to call our number....and tell us why, as days roll by, who we are now and why we try....so hard not to care but still very aware of You......and we have a choice...to stay or to move.....but concrete feet and a hardened heart pulls us slowly and carefully apart...not to live but to die...not to soar....not to fly....but to lie and say we're not six feet underground.....and the defeatist abounds.....and instead of fighting....trying...living...we are dying...but I will be the exception.....no longer bathing in deception......I'm free......He sets me free