Bottle of "what-if"
Is more than 200 proof
Hangover's a punk

Not one trouble here
Could ever take the palace
By storm or by warm

Radiate sunlight
Onto any sucking cloud
Explode the dark tone

Tenuous victor
Glows in the breath of today
Forward I march

Bottle of "what if"
Needs to find another pour
Method down the drain

Instead of my throat

©2009 Eagle Bear

So "...What If" is part one of what I call the "Free Heart Tryptich" - here's part two:

ii. grow into why

To go blindly
searching for the sky

Because life
is flashing my eye

Is not something
I want to try

Because my freedom
it cannot buy

Through this
determined dye

Nothing substantial
can really fly

To take me blindly
up into Nigh

Yet I won't look
with vision wry

Because at least here
there is some why

Except that now
I know a different cry

And so my tears
I must tell dry

To go clearly
into this future sky

©2009 Eagle Bear

Part Three: I Reserve the Right

I reserve the right
to blossom as freely
as my beating heart will allow.
I will not worry
that the ladder of time
will or will not advance me
(without advance notice)
to the next rung
unless the rose of that which Governs me
wishes me to step up.
they shall be warded off
who seek to peer into my heart
solely for the purpose
of looking for strings to pull
should I deem it necessary
i will seek retreat
to lower, more physical rungs,
and I will step up twice as high
if ‘tis concluded
that a challenge must meet my heart
I must accept:
Win, lose or draw, on I go...

©2009 Eagle Bear

So anyone feeling this trilogy of verse? Not feeling it? Need to ask questions about it? Feedback, please!