Oddity Heart Poem by Clinton Siegle

Oddity Heart



Love is fickle my friend
open heart means pain
vivid pure pain
eternity is a lot longer than one expects to be in pain

Pain for a moment?
almost crying try two billion years
Instead of a short time
never would I expect to live this long

two billion years is a long long time to be in pain
worlds Sagittarius or Orion spur both so far apart
open your heart

Monday, September 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
"I'm just like any modern man trying to have it all Loving wife, a family. It's just... I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade." That night was a long time ago. A place most people would pass through without even glancing once as to what the people were like or why a town existed in the middle of no where Montana. The year was a long time ago. The place was all that matters. I was brought there due to my mothers work. Lame Deer Montana a weird science experience be run by three pharmacal companies on the Northern Cheyenne reservation via the town's water, Indian health service, and military using the electrical system specifically built by the Native American housing service. The goal was or is to test new medicine on people that can do nothing if the pills screw up the human system. How this is done? Easy as free health care, cheap electrical systems, and wild or weird power surges. This is just to set the background. You see as being one of a very few white boys' there certain parts of my life was effected in ways that nowadays I can see are different. Example today's powerful antibiotic I had back in the 80s. Humor when I tell my shark story, you will realize how close it was I was to the dark side and turning into a zombie would have been easy.

What I can tell you was during that time my dreams were wilder than those I have now. I can tell you I was a bear in my dreams. Stuck in Lame Deer valley while three to four Native Americans watched me from the hill that was above my home at the time. You say so what we all have wild dreams when we are a kid. Myself that dream lasted several years. As a bear, I can say I was disappointed. However, I finally escaped.
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