Waxpoeticparadox

Pressing the limits of sanity

consenting to a deep fix

engrossed in past filings

oblivious to ebbs & flow

wax poetic as darkness looms

blue funk's fierce trepidation

hearts frozen in the past

masking pain with a smile

dancing alone on a wire

the world moves forward

with/without verbose words

tear the roof off the sucker

awaiting a chef d'oeuvre

scavenging for a new reality

foreign enigma unto self

neverending disclosure's finale

catch-22, out on a limb

anomalies' absurd relativity 

an inexpugnable defeat 

lost the plot in a vise grip

meekly accepting fate

running head on to consent

multitudes of quantum leaps, 

confining self made prisons

free as poesy's wing'd exhilaration,

exhaustive paradox of revelation

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jack...]

Running head on to consent. Standing at the door wondering, do I go out? Do I face what waits with a smile that hides my true feelings or do I just set the deadbolt and hope for the best. My sweet friend there are a lot of bolted doors that offer something...steps that lead somewhere...perhaps a catch 22 situation or perhaps a pathway to what ever you heart desires.

I read you everyday. I look for little hints that happiness waits around the corner but regardless of the message I find I know that a gift awaits my eyes and my mind in your poetry. I can assure you...if your poetry was waiting outside my door...no locks would be needed because that door would never be closedd

Amazed i am in your poetic waxings.

100 brass dead bolt keys.

[Frieda P]

I was going for some kind of positivity with this one, then it took on a life of it's own, I missed the mark, thanks for your thoughts Jack, always appreciated.

[Jack...]

Not necessarily ...I did feel a certain amount of positive vibes and I hope I see more.

[Baby Ricochet]

PLAY SOME SKYNARD!!!! FREE BIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[s y e]

// hearts frozen in the past
masking pain with a smile
dancing alone on a wire
the world moves forward //

I'm kind of speechless with this one.... I really don't know what to say, you blew me away as always. I loved the imagery and wording of this one. You always seem to blow me away. I think I need to tie myself down to the chair or maybe use superglue... one or the two, aha.

xo

[Cassie]

I like catch 22, being between a rock and a hard place, tell me am right. I so enjoyed this. I love each of your poems and really missed being back. Thank you for sharing

[Frieda P]

Thanks again Cassie, muchly appreciated....you got it.

[Pryde Foltz]

wax poetic as darkness looms
blue funk's fierce trepidation
hearts frozen in the past
masking pain with a smile
dancing alone on a wire
the world moves forward
with/without verbose words
tear the roof off the sucker
awaiting a chef d'oeuvre

I like to think that every syllable counts but the change may only be a small as a butterfly wing beat. Anyway, that is what I tell myself. One splendid line to the next in this poem.

[Frieda P]

Funny, I think along those same lines Pryde. They say flutterbys are responsible for far more than we know, that chaos theory and all that jazz....thanks so much for your thoughts.

[A. Amos]

Simply splendid, enjoyed the read and thanks for sharing

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Amos, muchly appreciated.