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
About Me
- Jacques Immacu
- I love creating artworks surrounding the concepts of time, life and death, not necessarily in that order. This is primarily to remind members of society in the 21st century that they are mortal and will one day die. This is to ensure that every day is enjoyed and life is seen as the brilliant coincidental precursor to death that it is. My journeys of late have led me to search for perfect balance in life - the scales must be level otherwise we focus too much on one aspect of life. I am at one with nothing yet inspired by everything. Do not feel that because life is meaningless you have to hit despair - use the past, present and future as your tools for building a future full of positive change and peace - all while keeping a smile on your face - there is nothing wrong with tears of laughter and joy!
2 comments:
Really sneaky poem.
Or song for that matter.
maybe a little too sneaky for me...
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