Who Am I?

[Dark Muse]

In a world filled with neat
little labels intended to
place people in convenient
categories for later
analysis, to make
everyone else
comfortable,
to feel they know
where everyone
else stands,
so they can reflect
upon who are friends
and who are enemies
within their own
perceptions,
saving the embarrassment
of finding they may
like the wrong kind
of person, who has
not been given the
proper stamp
on the forehead

who am I?

I ask myself
when I have dressed myself
in what I have been given
but found one was too tight,
and the other too lose,
I grapple around the edges,
feeling the pressure to be
defined, perhaps even to take
pride in the anticipation
of being a part of something
which has just a dash of
flavor of taboo
wrapped around it,
to toss conventions
into the wind,
and fly free,
yet, is this
really me?

who am I?

The voice is a whisper
that will not leave me alone,
feeling I am playing in part
the role of a fraud, but that
was never my intention,
so what if I like to admire
women from afar,
taking in the view
with satisfied pleasure,
feeling the first waves
of attraction awaken,
so what if I could
reach out and touch
her skin even,
they are soft,
succulent,
sensual,
fleshy incarnations
of the Goddess,
but what does this mean?

who am I?

The question repeats
in a heart beat,
but what if women
were only passing flavors,
candy for the eye, perhaps
good for a taste,
while men may lack
the same aesthetic appeal,
they are not for window
shopping, but they have
their own offerings,
that quality of maleness,
which comes with a primal
animal magnetism,
but there is something
more than just that,
the masculine has always
been more readily relatable
than femininity,
they touch me on a deeper
level than just a brush of skin,
men can be allowed
into the heart,
they can be confidants,
companions of the soul,
in a way women never
truly could.

who am I?

I know the word upon
the lips that others would
speak, I know what they
would think, what they
expect to make them
sleep better at night,
knowing things are wrapped
up tight, bisexual,
it is the only rational
choice, and so I wore it
for a while as a cloak
as a badge, as something
which I could pin to myself,
but deep down it spoke of
a masquerade, was this
really me?

who am I?

I still am searching
for an answer to
that persistent
riddle, I have worn
out all the conventions,
and remain as if blank
with nothing to fill,
my body reacts to women,
and I enjoy the silent
admiration of their skin,
I would not repulse at the thought
of a kiss upon soft feminine lips,
but in visions
of the future,
for the one that will stay
through life unto death,
without fail
there has always been
only a
man

so..

who am I?

[blazeofglory]

This is one of my most favorites. This poem got me so much engaged in pondering over so many philosophical questions built around the meaning of life. Of course as the poet has rightly said we choose to identify ourselves with the labels we wear. I am a banker, or a son,or a father, a poet, a husband, a lover or something else.

Few of us wielded or racked our brains to discover who we really are. Fewer still stand alone from the pack contemplating this greatest question.

The way the poet has marvelous done in the poem, I have always been, since my babyhood seeking an answer. That interested me philosophy, spirituality or theology.

I like the poem, and what is more, though the topic is so grand and difficult, the poet has so marvelously demystified it. I read and reread it.

Grand work! Dark Muse is really a great poet. Her craftsmanship is unquestionable and her imagination is unfathomable.

[blazeofglory]

who am I?

I still am searching
for an answer to
that persistent
riddle, I have worn
out all the conventions,
and remain as if blank
with nothing to fill,
my body reacts to women,
and I enjoy the silent
admiration of their skin,
I would not repulse at the thought
of a kiss upon soft feminine lips,
but in visions
of the future,
for the one that will stay
through life unto death,
without fail
there has always been
only a
man

so..

who am I?

These lines are marvelous! Enigmatic!! Profound!!!
The beauty, philosophical, or the search here really shaken me. It has a vision a few poets can come up with. It is eloquent too considering the was the craft here used by the poet.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you very much, I bow to your most generous comments. This poem does have a lot of personal meaning to me and so it means a great deal.

[blazeofglory]

Thank you very much, I bow to your most generous comments. This poem does have a lot of personal meaning to me and so it means a great deal.

The profundity of it touched me beyond words..And this meaning you seem to have searched through these words engaged me in reading philosophy, theology and the like.