Full Of The Game Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Suffering through the depths
this never ending travel
Without hesitation; I wear
this agonizing connection to
the human species…
Something in my destiny; or this
is just a small insignificance in my
never ending journey…
I stuck a Deadman's head upon a
pike stake and laughed!
My companion; as always is the truth
and this has never screamed out to echo
my existence… Memories here within my hearts
release my spirits feelings thoughts; into my burning
restless, in the void of light presence… and I park my
flight for a midnight's play of go fish! IAM blessed to
be capable of baring my soul; and as all is bearable
this makes for some really good fun with secondary
monkey people… Truth is I was me and I was the
darkness; still am, and I still cannot be seen!
For IAM totally; the coming reality, and
so very full of the game!