Inner Calling

My truth is their perception,
I victimize myself.
Retreating into the abyss ,
Into the primitive self
There is mere catharsis.
The white walls engulf
The bitter remnants,
Of a forgotten soul;
A soul that wanders
In the shadows of the alley cats.

Life is death, death is life,
Fear not the final passing,
For there, is found, God's love.

Playing at Poetry

Basketball and badminton
And football fill me up with dread
Now I've a game thats all my own
And its played in my head
An athletic adjective
Lightly leaps across the page
As prepositions prance around
A proper noun takes centre stage
A simile compares itself
To high and mighty metphors
Alliteration speeds along
Competing fiercely with its peers
You think my game is stupid
And perhaps that I am wierd
But oh, how I love poetry
The joy of playing with words