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The Mind in its Creative Chaos
The mind in its creative chaos
Forced realizations of what is left undone
Fear of probability, of actions, and results affecting more than one
Melodies transporting memories we hold
The beautiful budding flower's story untold
Her pain for our gain as she bends to unfold
Muffled humming of blackbird and its meaning
Thoughtless killing of a tree in the prime of its greening
The soul's response to sound no for need preening
Abandonment of who one is to be
Reality hurting all of you and therefore me
Though starved, finding happiness and power by giving up the recollection the darkest hour
Freedom
Taking the time to love the dying flower
Begging for capacity of soul deep enough to remember the scent
Praying that our beings would remember what it meant
Pretending to kill our guilt and judgment of one another in the moment we repent
Why are we guilty, what good is this relent?
Who is this for, what sacrifice is spent?
Are we appreciated, are we content?
Forced realizations of what is left undone
Fear of probability, of actions, and results affecting more than one
Melodies transporting memories we hold
The beautiful budding flower's story untold
Her pain for our gain as she bends to unfold
Muffled humming of blackbird and its meaning
Thoughtless killing of a tree in the prime of its greening
The soul's response to sound no for need preening
Abandonment of who one is to be
Reality hurting all of you and therefore me
Though starved, finding happiness and power by giving up the recollection the darkest hour
Freedom
Taking the time to love the dying flower
Begging for capacity of soul deep enough to remember the scent
Praying that our beings would remember what it meant
Pretending to kill our guilt and judgment of one another in the moment we repent
Why are we guilty, what good is this relent?
Who is this for, what sacrifice is spent?
Are we appreciated, are we content?
Published 23rd May 2016
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23rd May 2016 11:48pm
26th May 2016 7:01pm
I sincerely thank you for taking the time to read and comment. It warms my heart!!
24th May 2016 3:07pm
Thank you so much!! I'm learning!! so glad you enjoyed!!!!
Who is the Poet? I would like to be good enough to go to one at some point.
Who is the Poet? I would like to be good enough to go to one at some point.
24th May 2016 4:58pm
Freedom
Taking the time to love the dying flower
Begging for capacity of soul deep enough to remember the scent
Praying that our beings would remember what it meant
Not taking nature for granted is a huge priority. Every day we need
to make time for what is natural surroundings that may not exist
tomorrow (thanks mostly to man).
You remind me of another poet here who would be killer at slam.
Taking the time to love the dying flower
Begging for capacity of soul deep enough to remember the scent
Praying that our beings would remember what it meant
Not taking nature for granted is a huge priority. Every day we need
to make time for what is natural surroundings that may not exist
tomorrow (thanks mostly to man).
You remind me of another poet here who would be killer at slam.
26th May 2016 7:05pm
