Private Party

I try to hide
a masquerade inside.
This other Michael fools me all the time.
As men dream dreams and think deep thoughts,
I work for what I want not what they've got.
Oh arrogant moth don't kiss the flame.
 I am burnt and battered, half insane,
but I won't hide from the vivid chapters,
yet to write, yet to rage,
 open your diary make me the newest page.
I've done things you wouldn't suggest.
There is a freedom for those who laugh at death.
What was once so deep now holds no depth.
I do it like i own it and avoid regrets
Keep the faith and avoid the pits of sin.
What I want is not pounds rubles or Benjamin's,
Give me truth with love that's real.
I'm sick to death of the mass appeal.
Throw down the contention for a fools quest.
Question the path of least resistance.
 beware the laughing  smile so insistent.
Cause I've been with Alice down the rabbit hole,
I've swam like a fish in the wild ocean home,
I've run like a deer in the forest primeval,
I've made love under a waterfall's shimmer.
I've bared my soul as the masses cheered.
I've done few things that have few peers.
I've seen nature rage and went for the ride,
I seen beauty so amazing  I simply dropped  and cried.
I've wrote my words I've shared my thoughts.
 I've seen darkness..I've seen a lot.
Souls so confused, lost and unkind.
Seen the eyes of despair with no mercy to find.
I've raged at the wrongs ,
I've received and given pain,
I've been lost and found to find,
What I want is living deep inside,
No longer can I run and hide,
I just want  true love at my side.
I try to hide the rogue inside,
It seems this other Michael
Fools me all the time.

(c) Image and poem Michael James Garland 2017