old poem
of my insanity

old poem
of an
ancient soul

are you
always tragic

for every time
I write

I fear
for my love
death

in the mystical
fire

in the sudden
rainbow

in that rain
from the flame

I have to see
to bleed out

I have to see
to hold in
what's left

and nothing else
matters

but it seems
everything
has to matter

so I am
blind now
in my inspiration

and the poem
is struggling

in the cement
meadow

as I drop
pennies
into the mouth

of an angel

and watch my
prayer
of words

go unanswered
like a riddle

made up
to fool god

(((( Jim ))))

Respect.

I am snapping because that is beat brother.

Hey i like your poem
it sweet and touching too

Nice poem. I've read several of yours now, and it's very interesting to see how you lay them out.

Jim very nice

Awesome jimz as always you have such depth in your poems.