Monday, April 13, 2009

sordid mind

Forgive the contusions of the mind
but there is a hammer that lashes
down for a blow
down for a blow
leaving some senseless
leaving some serene

Forgive the hammer
it was the anvils fault
praise the almighty aura
that saved you from the grave

What do I do?
What do I do?
frozen mid-stride at full-sprint
look of fear fixed upon your face
array of options pulled apart in your chest

Living the moment
is not the perfect dream
when caught in time with a world of brochures
selling the perfect lie and dream

I chose mine!
I chose mine!
do not leave me in waste
I was promised a never-ending dream
and was sent a sleepless dream

Forgive the contusions of the mind
but there is a hammer that lashes
down for a blow
down for a blow
leaving some senseless
leaving some serene

2 comments:

Cookie said...

Really sneaky poem.

Or song for that matter.

Jacques Immacu said...

maybe a little too sneaky for me...