Life On The Edge Poem by Roger Snow

Life on the edge
takes a spine forged
as an Ophir Wedge

Special comforts do not exist
Water itself, hard to come by
everything you find,
attempts to resist
nothing bends easily
no matter how hard you try

Life on the Edge
Fit well upon me
Lived it as though a Vest
all I experienced, , ,
was it truly Free
or,
was it just, ,
some devious Test?

Come down she cried,
while I was flying way beyond
my Means, ,
Too High as I tried
to fend off the coming on
of, ,
the Nightmare of Demons
facing me
within these Psychotic Scenes

You're over the Line, ,
whispered from Her,
in that Silken way, ,

Now doing fine, , ?
Disturbed, not too sure
is this all, ,
just some script to a Play? ? ?

Falling, , is that me below
or am I atop, what meaning
is there to this Show?

Not Lost, just a little confused

My Mind knows the Cost
of a Body that can move
but refused, , ,

Streaks of Colored light
across the ceilings and wall, ,
Can't get this right, ,
is this a Cage or a Stall? ?

No Chain holds me
yet I cannot move
the floor ends, inches away
That's a Crevasse, ,
certainly not just a Groove, ,

Come Down She cried, ,

Was it a Thought?
or was it my mind again
thinking maybe, , ,
all this time, , The Mind Lied, ,

The Meaning I sought
was it out there or within
Thinking Maybe, , ,
I'd known, if only I tried, ,

Shadows on the Wall
just ignore those
they have no meaning
and can't harm you at all, ,

Black Ear hears inner Voices
Black Fear, , ignites my choices

Life, , lived always on the Edge
superstitions caused so much Pain
Trials Paid in Blood,
Life hammered with a Sledge
Tears in Buckets,
Fall like Rain, , ,

Life on the Edge, She Say's, ,
is lived out only by People
whom were born Insane, , ,

Pointing to my Head, ,
she claims " There inside, a Genius Brain, ,
You're Crazy like a Fox, ,
and too smart for anyone to Tame.

Those soft whispers of Hers
the Mind does that to you
when you have a need
for Her words

Sorry to bother you,
but I had to get this off my Chest,

you see, she's not real
but even still, , ,
I love Her more than ever
Love Her more than all the Rest, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

~~~~~~ Tonal, forms into spoken word,
informing me, of wisdom, beyond this world of The Cynically Absurd ~~~~~~~~

End ~~~~~~~