Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I am the One

I hold the half-full glass
…confident…standing high
…chest heaving
…breathing infinity
I am growing…
…lift my eyes to Heaven and pray
…a true man’s life I strive

Stride as a man should
…to defend ethics and principle
I stand beyond the mundane existence of
…fools of slack realities and borrowed time
…those who walk along a mirrored space and
…mourn their fading reflections

Never will I lay close with liars
…who curse with embittered egos and
…drown their shame in self loathing
I choose to dream of sane possibilities
…immersed in the positivity of lights
…of timely change and circumstance

…because, I am he
…seeing the truth in life
…and well know its name
I will be a champion…
I know well this game*


Jon` B. Crenshaw
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