Brilliantly Dull

By M. Jay Mansfield

Turning a deaf eye to your storm ..
the sound is blinding can't you hear the gulls scream
as they flag down the time keeper....
STORM...
The feeling of peace surrounding you..
pulling you into the despair of happiness....
surging washing your vibrantly healthy body ashore....
deposited...
like a piece of trash upon a mountain of golden jewelry...
you glisten of fresh newness...
and you are ashamed....
all the things that are positives makes you feel inadequate...
invoke the name of god..
and pray for despair...
nestle back down into your hum drum life....
BE all that you will let yourself be...
and in this sea of mediocrity
you will shine as a below average player...
and your joy shall be real
in your short comings...
these are the things you strive for....
RETURN ...
return every blessing with a disclaimer...
do not open your heart and mind to them...
for they give hope...
and hope breeds will..
and You cannot allow these glimmers
in your life...

7-3-02