high
on the
low hill

in the middle
of the outside

the feet
on my head
walk by
swinging
moody arms

the red eyes
of my mouth
speak
by hearing
others move

my soul
has athletes foot
turning yellow
than green
then splitting
apart
at the seams

young and old
cells
of my spirit
swim through
my veins
in voices

rich
in my rags
high
in my numbness
lost
when I'm
found

I cry
by laughing

I am awake
when I dream

and last
but not least
I'm alive
by being
deaad

jimz...


hello! I really like this, though I think
it may drag on a tad bit...also, there is a typo in the last
stanza. I love the idea, the creativity that is this piece..it's very wonderful, and I can say I have never seen anything like it. Each stanza, each line even, is something to stop and think about, something to wonder what it means, how many meanings...what the intention is.

I think you grab the reader, the title is clear, and the meaning is, though 'hidden', precisely shown. I love it.

-Lozer<3

Jim, you are ok right? Everything alright my friend?

This was kind of sad to me for some reason tonight.
(((Jimz)))

Lozer>3, sorry if I got the name wrong, wow, it seems you have eye for poetry. Very thoughtful. About typo, when I spell deaad the right way, it gets deleted.

peace
jimmy

Look at u guys, so caring. This poem is a few years old. I have so many not seen, so I go new and old, here all the time. Smile for me. I'm trying to live more in the soul where there is no pain, where lessons are learned without wounds. Dude, "2betrue2one', one my goals is to have arms like those.

peace out
jimmy