The girl that I have left behind to be the gal I’m now

Has given up the pony and the Cessna and the plow

Has tried to be the one you want

Has willed her to conform

To what the world expects of her

To something close to norm

Still inside desire rages

To burn with passioned fire

To fuel and feed the inner need, to swim in mad desire

The girl of dreams and passions, now a woman quite subdued

But such intensive energy to this pull off, is used

And so she must imbibe to find or rather somehow loose

The fierce and fighting woman who is strangled by the noose

 Of modern thought and civil tongue and proper frame of mind

And so the gal her holy girl, has had to leave behind

But set upon me, stoke the flame, and brother you will see,

The holy fire an ember still

Alive inside of me

There is always a poem adrift in my soul

A word or a phrase, just a part, not the whole

Alert, waiting feelings, impressions or clues

What I am to me or what you am to you.

I think in parade songs, in lyric and rhyme

But I try to translate to

Fit in with the time.

 I try not to singsong

My thoughts, words, or feelings

For the sensible man is left

 His head reeling,

When quite unexpected I break into song

Where lyrics and movie lines don’t quite belong

In pleasant conversation

They sound quite absurd

My disguise is lost, I’m revealed as a nerd

Of greatest proportions and amply supply

When iambic pentameter soars to the sky.

Oh why bother? I wonder, the struggle is real,

In a world of keep cool, when I feel how I feel!

That the world is a wonder and I wonder why

Everyone is not smitten to rhyme and sing, oh fly!