I am flawed

By Andy Johnson

I am flawed.

A Clawed uncool

cat

I  am the ghost voice the wind  rustling the leaves of choice

Welsh

mountainblown

working type

left

open caste

railing against the type cast

  still playing as cast

and  you stand sure at your shore

all beautiful tall long

singing siren songs

I stand  where the wind howls

Step where the demons prowl

face of the dark

I have made a mark and at the same time fell short of a mark

but

I still admit to still hunting the snark

  But I try to hear  the song that tells me I am  ONLY

 I am mortal

 I am the stag  stabbed with seven tines

You are the portal  to possibility painted with impossibility

in the draughty nights

I do my best

not blest

its a bitch

I think

And I think I know where the world screams

And think I know the place where reason reams

Splits the seams

I am ancient I am young

But always flung

Smoke Ghosts chase me

I sometimes weep

in my sleep

Keep me safe -  no you cant

And we sleep

Sleep perchance to dream of sleep

walk

power

walk

You may be re born

but god am I stubborn .

you are

No angel my angel

You are Masculine

While I am feline,

I am not The Hood

 really,

 deep down though - dark

I know what’s good

or

could

 could you be

 could you

be could you be loved

 Or gloved

 Could you

God forbid I may inspire before I tire  flopped out  gasping on this shore beached

on this finerunning sand  slipped through the hands