A typical storm on an untypical day
A virulent wave of emotional fray
Erasing all pleasure with a turbulent ride
Hastening lessons of a cranium dive
Unsure as a whisper in the whipping west wind
An altered commotion I didn’t intend
Subjected to swift stops and violent clashes
The expectant abruptness of lightning then flashes
Awakening figures from out of their cave
And battering those who once thought they were safe
Listless and dropping, strength seems to scatter
Lacking in reason and rhyme from gray matter
Taking its toll without my confiding
Waiting and writhing, defeated and hiding
It sweeps over porous land filling the ditches
And just when it starts to subside, then it switches
It wafts and it wanders, it swirls and it misses
It rages and screams, it boils and it hisses
I can’t seem to set this ruckus at ease
Why can’t I shake this bi-polar disease?
by Royce Waxenfelter
12/29/04
This is the place for me to post all of my thoughts I've written down over the years. On these pages you'll find stories, poems, and songs about love, spirituality, nonsensical meanderings, and thoughtful ponderings. These are my past and present innermost thoughts, so be prepared to enter the mind-field of Royce Waxenfelter.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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