Today

My myspace has a place where you can put your mood for the day on it.  Mine says "indescibable" and today, that's how I feel.  I don't know how happy I am, or dissapointed, or bummed, or what have you.  I didn't write anything today and that kind of bugs me.  I usually write 1-3 poems a day but this day aint over yet so we'll see.  I got some good news from Deb's dr yesterday and we enjoyed a nice loud night together last night.  I hope it portends greater times to come.  Here's a couple that I wrote just the past few days.  I hope you enjoy them.

Ever Loving

Love breaks the horizon a dawning inevitably bright
Shining to banish the dark from all the landscape
Essences intertwine in an embrace of truest passion
Spirits born on the winds of ecstacy untamed and wild
Every nuance is appreciated for its own absolute loveliness
Clear and present it flows like a river's crashing current
Love must be aware for it grows and learns like a child
All encompassing it surrounds fragile hearts protecting
It is all we take with us to journies on other planes
Death and the grave can not quell its massive powers
Time can not diminish its true nature an excitement
Erotically it burns in the flesh firing lust for touching
Bred in the heart and soul nourished by closeness
Absence can make the heart grow fonder of the One
Nothing can dissipate what the cosmos deems to be real.

M. Pinnell

How It Feels

Voices in the dark and the light scolding
Letting me know how worthless I truely am
Telling me of wrongs done in haste a bad person
Emotions run amok through my heart erratic
Every feeling intense too near the point of bursting
Lusts and simple desires take on a life of their own
insistent till almost obsession uncontrollably scary
I want what I can do best to stand out to the fore
My mind reels from worry and turmoil constant
Time is never enough and there are no true answers
Questions asked get misplaced in the recesses
Dark thoughts rampage and ravage my tender psyche
Health issues make threats so fretting is inevitable
Friends and companionship are nearly nonexistent
Go nowhere and see no one for respite from sorrow
A machine holds my attention for hours alone
Nobody truely knows how it feels to be me.

M. Pinnell