- Non-Erotic Poetry
- attack of the bi-polar bear
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Click hereI wake up at noon
but only half-way,
it feels like soon
my hair will be gray
but I'm only 27
and though my body is beat,
I don't buy heaven
and don't yet lie in defeat
so I brew some coffee
and it tastes all-right,
I listen to some poetry
and I see the light
so then I get rolling
on this dream or that
and I roll without stopping
until I go splat
often that's how it used to be:
either inspired and free,
or deep-down soul weary
the disposition of a zombie
so these day I'm wary
when I see the fair form
of the wily bi-polar bear ;
He's strong as a train
can take you most anywhere,
but will leave you insane
cold, naked and bare
I still find gems of inspiration
in his wild-hearted lair,
but the rise of the sun
will not find me there
He's strong as a train
can take you most anywhere,
but will leave you insane
cold, naked and bare
- COMMENTS
vrosej10about 14 years agoSo that's its damned name. I am the owner of a pain in the arse Bi-Polar bear too. I am so feeling ya. What I need now is a bear hunter.
buttersabout 14 years agothe best of this, for me, apart from the title was what you conjured with these lines:
I still find gems of inspiration
in his wild-hearted lair,
but the rise of the sun
will not find me there
Esperanza_Hidalgoabout 14 years agomade me read it. I don't have your bear, but do bare some similar sentiments. We must battle bravely. Bears of the mind are to be mutilated, destroyed, or at least subjugated behind the beauty that seeks freedom. Fuck bears!
