TwentySweleve

Two thousand eleven 

I'd rather suffer amnesia 

than to recall it at all

nothing was missed

no memories fought for

time flew by, swift in pace

in and out like organized crime 

never to get caught

 not to be found

two thousand eleven snuck away 

pleasantly, without a hint

clue 

or sound. 

Two thousand twelve 

sublimely concentrated

 not a single fear

 wisdom and reason with in

 enabling interests beyond conventional theology

 added depth to my vision 

which is now crystal clear

 enthralled attention to the ignored, yet

customary run ins with mere coincidences 

non-believers exist 

faith isn't something you can see

hold 

or hear.

 I survived through the drought 

harsh thirst for discoverance 

of my own significance, so 

I optimistically presume 

anyone can comprehend

by mere accepting the truth, & taking

Him in your right hand

 managing the courage to preserver

by learning to let Him 

steer. 

Reviews

[Ed Fagan]

"vastness to the manic like thoughts I carry which exist purely on the urge to discover my significance they can deem my views as preobtained and insincere
aspiration are delicate and validate my theories i optimistically presume folks will comprehend i'll inescapably manage the courage to preserver i fancy I'll win in the end"

I like this section the most ... especially this line "I optimistically presume folks will comprehend"

[Somebrownnerd]

Great poem on this crazy new-age spiritualism thing, (crazy as in awesome of course). Really loved the syntax, though i believe you misspelled "and" in the fourth line of the last stanza. It was refreshing to see a piece about two thousand twelve, yours has been the only one that I've ran across. I meant to read some of your work sooner, but unfortunately, I have been a busy bee. Looking forward to more of your writing!