Heads or Tails

sometimes

tired beyond two hundred years

with a black soul mind

slipping, skipping,

into despair or laughter

never quite sure of the knife

or the dream

the pen

manic depression - a state of mind

but when the mind is mine ...

well,

trapped in half,

the light and the dark

no invisible line for ease

 or comfort

all directions in a circular route

but perfectly balanced above the 

precipiss

knowing full well

the helplessness I feel

and the hopelessness of Life

knowing also the Energy

and Beauty of Art and Love

watching the sky brighten

from purples into pinks

to softer blues or greys

and the surge of heart in the dawn

but feeling, unfortunately,

the duality of both sides

of the wall

wondering tomorrow

will I have the courage to die

or the courage to live

waiting for the

height and depth of oblivion

or not waiting for what

we shall see

as I swing through the moments

of unclear possible madness

maybe with shouts

or bone wrenching screams

maybe a twinkle in eye

the transience of emotion

fluctuating and beating the air

like bat wings, encompassing, 

unsure of todays point of view

smiling or frowning

the rope or the fun 

the rose or the gun 

and the beautiful blissful blessed

kiss of another different day

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Extremes of emotion here. I can only hope that the balance swings in favour of the lighter side. The dark side is so damn challenging. A roller coaster of a life I would say. You expressed that so well here gram. Hope your today is a twinkle in the eye day rather than the rope or the gun day. If I could offer you an easy route to the sun, I would.

Chris

[gram linski]

thanks, Chris, the twinkle in eye days are the more frequent these days ,if there was an easy route to the sun that would take away half the fun, lol, always appreciate your time Chris

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome. Have a good weekend gram :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes yes yes, gram. "the rose or the gun"
in this totally chaotic world...we try to grow, but the thorns of all that is happening are so treacherous.
for poets there is beauty in love and art...our art, which often, so often comes from love.
Emerges from the pain of it, maybe the beauty of it...but do we trust roses?
This poem really took me on a trip...i am still trying to decide between "the rope or the fun"---
j.

[gram linski]

always go for the rose and the fun, j., thanks for the great review, to the beauty and pain of love , salute