that's mister me to you

that's mister me to you







there's a foregone conclusion 
when 
it comes to the illusion
of
projecting images through the verses
i weave into tapestries
of
the life improvisational
i lead.


you have to cross just as many paths
in a life
as there are
mountains and valleys.
and
when i stop long enough
whether
on summit top
or
darkest of alleys
there 
glowing in the atmospheres
voices
quelling fears.


so
yeah,
i have my ups and downs.
like neil armstrong landing with
a
puccini frown.
but the view after i've touched down
will fill volumes
if
i live long enough
to capture each and every sound.





sjw 03/03/17 inspired at this very moment in time as the hammer flies.






from the 'benevolent series' of poems