A Collection of Something I Like to Call "Poetry"

This is a compilation of peoms I've authored within the past four years or so. Okay, so I have to admit that I am reluctant to call them as such; I tend to refer to such writings as “Free Writes,” or just simply “Stuff.” Whichever term you prefer, here they are. So, enjoy and stay tuned for more to follow. Please and thank you.

All the People

Thoughts...convoluted in the present...concern my future.

Yes, my future has its own concerns.

It is a living, breathing entity that should be considered in all things.

Future wants to know: who are we gonna be?

Who with? Where? Why and how...

I won't believe in Hopeless.

Hopeless is a person, too.

Success shall henceforth be measured in heartbeats.

I have low blood pressure...how unfortunate for success...

Perhaps success should instead be measured in...anxiety attacks?

Halo

Where is my halo?

Does it hover above my double crown...or is it hidden away for safe keeping?

How safe would it be...when it is out of plain sight?I do not think it works that way.

Things hidden away become dusty, tarnished, neglected.

Take a glimpse from time to time...polish it a little so the light glints off its golden arc.

Your Jiminy Cricket will rest much easier.

On the other end of the spectrum...

If an object is left to elements, it erodes.

Need the reminder, to remain centered...We are all human, and must behave so at times.

Just don't put it away indefinitely,

Remember your Jiminy.

Intangible Things 

Whirling...twirling...

Familiar sensations,

Yet altogether different.

Opalescent tendrils,

Wisps of luminescence...

Wrapping my soul in their tingly embrace.

Exquisite ideals blossoming in mind's eye

So...so...so...

Vulnerable.

Inconceivably simple...

Yet so recondite....

Walls tumbling...down.....

down.....