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Subject: Pretentious Verse

Author:
D.Lester Young (White Eagle Poetry)

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Date Posted: 19:18:26 05/22/02 Wed
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I write from my imperfect heart to breathe fresh air.

When one opens the gate out of bounds
To question the norms of ones existence
Some will say he is pushing too far
But when one questions a purpose in life
Is it not a blessed event

Some say it is pompous to show my frailty
But are we not Gods children born imperfect
Or do I have to be trapped in a perfect body
For everyone to admire in front of
To only despise in the shadows of truth

Are not poets the thinkers who open up the clouds
Pouring in us the feeling of being so human
For us to cry our thoughts for people to make songs from
To elevate so beautifully and then deflate so fast we bruise
Carrying the feeling of the blues in reality

My perfection lies in everything I have done wrong
And had to do a u-turn so fast that my head spins
Off in another direction as if a top
Balancing on a wire

If I ever met an unblemished poet
Then I would really have a politician in front of me
And their words will run so shallow
That the mirror they look from
Would vote for themselves

So as some have said
I am pretentious in my verse
That would put a crown on me
Putting me into the royalty of poets
When all I want is for my verse to live free
Opening up in unhindered minds
Letting them ascend the throne
And leave me begging to be understood

A challenge defeatist some claim
On that they are right
For who am I to change anything
Gross self-indulgence running amok
Am I not a sinner in pain
Preaching in words that anyone can use
Trying to put them together in a puzzle of life

So why must I scream my words into you
I don�t for they must flow into you
Reaching points of your choosing
On interpretations that might be different
With every person that reads them

So when I finally meet my soulmate
She will love me for everything I do wrong
But try to make right
She will lay next to me and feel my depth
Glowing inside as I question the world of emotions
Coming back to her for reassurance
That she gives like no other
For she will be the one I really write for
To be understood

Email me at davelyoung1@hotmail.com
D.Lester Young (05/22/02)
Tuscaloosa, AL
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