TENIENTE...isms

It’s deep into the night
And I really don’t feel bad at all.
I’m not drunk, high
Or anything else and
I’m alone.

There is no drama
In my soul…
That means I’m feeling content.
I’m at peace,
While I’m all alone.

I want to keep it that way.
To be at peace, I mean,
not to be all alone.
I wonder if that’s something that I can really control
being constantly at peace with myself
Or if the right string is pulled
I’ll tumble into a theatrical drama,
performed by me.

Why does the soul have to suffer
to write interesting poetry?
The world is wrong!
The world is wrong!
Didn't you hear me ring the bell?

There is no more fight
for me to engage along my journey.
There is only peace.
It will have to suffice.
Such a strange thing to experience,
this feeling of peace,
after all these years of tears.

After all these years of seeking “truth”
my reward is peace?
I could have had that a long time ago,
in the arms of a beautiful woman.
The only “truth” that truly matters
is to be loved.

She has passed me by…
and all I have left
is acceptance.

That is the truth!
That is the hardest "truth"
I've ever had to accept.

© Michael C. Teniente March 22, 2009 12:00 a.m. Los Angeles CA.