Not To Say
Life Poem
I wanna roll
Not sit in this stall
Wanna rediscover the sights
Not from in these wall
Plenty out there to see
Not seeing it all from in here
Knowing I can be in Tennessee
Not living in this thickness to bear
Where the air is fresh and pulsating
Not anymore is this any place to compare
It has me feeling more like suffocating.
Not here, back to my place in Delaware.
I find it oh so pleasant, the ocean air
Not there, were all about are green tall trees
Pleasant as they are yet little water for the feet to fare
Not to say little of its surroundings, but like to say cheers
I conclude to feel little of this place to be anymore
Not wanting to live in these stone walls of crime
This life being clueless to me such my day will soar
Not in search of any high life but that of my maritime.
Where the clear space in that air fits thy head
Not to say a good spirits cheer lacks a good slumber
Take me where nothing dares my dark demons
Not that living in a castle of Greek mythology fits me
Freeing oneself from the spirits in these Balkans
Not finding windows of any light leaves no guarantee
Questioning those surrounding spirit fragrances
Not favoring the feeling of their existing in these walls
Feelings of living here provide little to no life balance
Not to say this place is turning into my testing call.
The clouds float over about as I plan my out
Not to think that day will ever come for this one soul
Here comes the dreaded water I hear in the walls about
Not to fear, gives me an ocean feel to keep whole
This water falling occurs nightly late to early meals
Not fearing the trenching through these thick walls
From the front door and sides connected tight seals
Not seeing how the creator thinks this mind small
Continuing to find that crawling spot many seek
Not to say it’s in sight but smelling the ocean feels good.
more by THOMAS DEANGELO
photograph by Peter Lobozzo
