I'd Like to Meet Him

 I walk in worried whispers

Is it me?

Was it him that beckoned

Reckonings of stars with

Thoughts that maybe though on Mars

He'd kiss her?

What's the tragic end?

My luck portends a melody of manic afters

Back and forth in ratty, patty-cake

Berated laughter, what in truth

Am I; Intrigued - are you?

To see the magic of the haggard, lambasted, bombastic

and erratic Masters?

Who are they? What is known between their oval tomes?

Why, instead of loving, do I find a stifling silence

Not the peaceful prince,

But crying, into my own prying license to

Devise attempts

To free my mind from all it's dying

Dive into the supple sighing

As an answer slips

From my surprising finger tips

And why I still remain

The taming left a mark upon my stalwart heart

I sought to fly from all these practical devices

And in the end, did I deny the fall that

Spent a fortune for the night to call me

Liar?

Higher

Higher still into the why's, and wonderment

Arising righted, in the size that is befitting

of a giant's stature.

Wrapped in habited hellacious happenings

It's all the traps I laid

They've held the heft of all my trappings

Gazing

In a basic way,

Emblazoned in the ever after

Stalking sweet success

With such a definite, resounding

Hollow mess to make

Of all imaginings.

I'm grappling, still

Trading love for lust

And still I'm seemingly just

Ill at ease.

Does seeing this disease decree

The features of my reaching for what could never be?

I'm lost, or so it seems.

This treacherous invention holds my hands

And ties my feet with ease.

Entertaining my distress with calls of "better yet"

I'm left to mourn my solemn tread.

Alone in what the holy most described as dread.

Each second leaves a teaching that I

Still find myself believing.

What reasons do I have,

Or can I grab for seasoning my secrets?

What is meaning to the man

Who doesn't seek, nor reach, to understand?

I'd like to meet him

I believe I'd like to be him

Will this be my final stand?