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RISK TAKER

RISK TAKER

I just realized!
I enjoy being!
Doesn’t take a lot to entertain me.
No need to climb mountains
Spring adrenaline filled into nothingness
With only a silkened canopy between float and free fall.

No, my chair, pen in hand I’m given to self explorationΒ 
To probing the deeper regions of the gray matter
So tenuously perched between one’s earsΒ 
I travel farther, delve deeper, and return home arms laden with treasures of the mind

Jewels from the Cerebral
Precious memories from the id
Ramblings from neural pathways
Yet unexplored

Wave your youth in frivolityΒ 
Fill your memories with jumps from a bridge
A past of night’s and days on a wall of granite
For I need you and these things

You are one of the colors of my pallet
An unanswered question
A point to be pondered
I applaud your recklessness
For I will explore the why

Sometimes I get mentally lazy
I find myself revisiting old pathways
Nonproductive at its best
And often a gentle prodding
Will push me from the path
And force me into the unknownΒ 

I lean on you my poetic friends
To prod and poke me with your
Writings
To keep me from the Slough of NormalityΒ 

Β 

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linda wright

excellent poem i wrote two new ones never alone and angel eyesΒ 
have a great day linda j wright

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John DeFoore Jr

Writing can diffinately shine a light on our inner thoughts
thank you
john

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