Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

As I Walk Thru Life's Field Of Flowers Stumbling Way Down. - Poem by Michael Gale

So be it ever so grand...
This taste of life seems so boring and blande.
I walk through life's field of flowers stumbling downhill...
Sometimes at
best, i get too much of it and get to feel...
That over flowed feeling, so much to fill...
So far this day at best, life will throw at me a very surprising, hard,
unhurdling of an unpassable test.
My life is like being a Dandilion experiencing life coming my way
as a very galin', wailin' wind.
Unstoppable by my senses, as a part of me scatter every which way
to never to be found and reassembled into my whole being of ego's
and traitly ids.
This meadow's assemblage resemble me down to a tee...
An ever lost Bumble Bee flying around, looking to be strong and free.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 5, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 22, 2010


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