When i grew up

by Ian Costello   Feb 16, 2006


In my youthful days
i dreamed of the future
firefighters soldiers and police officers occupied
my simple mind
imagination ran free

the older i got
i pined for the days gone by
images of the years to some became more concrete
an academic mind
imagination pushed out

teenage angst reached
tore between the past and that yet to come
acting singing dancing my passions took root
a wandering mind
imagination an instrument of libido

early adulthood
my prospects as bright as ever
you my only thought vision feeling
a confused mind
fighting the subconscious

now i have to depart
leave the familiar
salt filled water crawls from my eyes
the tears makes the parting no easier
the anticipation of the moment is dread
the people of youth pass into the past
people of the future are yet to be discerned

these thoughts confuse me
i don'st know where i am
lost in another world of heart
your presence brings rush-hour to a halt
your lips bring peace
a kiss ending hunger
tender caress to obliterate poverty
make my world a utopia

take my perversion of brain
make of it an effective commander
give me blood to run both organs
let my loins have thoughts
let my cerebrum have thoughts
let them be separate

love is a strong word
but i need one more powerful to insure my meaning
my heart knows the consequence
it has felt the pain of loss
lest you forget i am only human
share with me in the burden

let us walk in the path of righteousness
faith in you couples faith in me
walk hand in hand through trails dark and deep
acquiesce not to temptation of foreign men
they know not of your needs as i do

give yourself to me fully and wholly
i cherish you as my mentor
i hail you as my friend
i praise you as my deity
i hold you above all else
i will try to never hurt you
my goal is gentle and sincere

when you are pleased i am pleased
to pleasure you i reach my zenith
yet you make me nervous
i fail to even hold your hand
a lip-lock in company is beyond my courage
i want so much to do to you
things that you would adore
but your innocence and
rigid morality forbade that i proceed

mind racing i restrain a body
so large that i struggle to stop it
so weak is my morale code
i suppress thoughts

my brain is a gutter of its own
you are the drain that beckons the sludge
an outpouring but i hold back in action

heart felt is my grief

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments