I Yam

[Guest guest]

Obsessed and depressed, what are you repressing?

how it should be, how it could be, how it must be

and it is only that it is so, and only so,

the mantra was always let go, let go,

Let Go!

poems I have written, words spilling from my soul

oft remembered as well as forgotten in the

recesses of my mind, these gatherings and intrusions

lurking and smirking in the captivities and entities

I have concluded and deluded in my mind,

Who

of course, pay no

attention to my concerns for this my life, and

I want it my Way, so if I should meet you on the

road along the sayings and meanings of me, forgive

me if I bow and say Namaste,

I do not wish to kill another voice in my

head, an inner sanctum where

too many have suffered and died needlessly

when

all I ever wanted was a hideout from

this absolute alone

awareness

of

Being

only one of us is here, for

Who

gave up the ghost, shipped out with

A sailor named Popeye,

" I yam what I yam "

although I really do prefer spinach.

 

 

 

Smile,

Ana