Open Poetry #38 |
I must be trippin' |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
The words are tripping on themselves as they come to me Will this ever end or do I need a conscious ending of the quickness I am too liquefied and need a cooling or an isolation of thoughts Perhaps I’m wrong and what is needed is an expansion Either way this diary written so ignorantly of my self Will not satisfy unless it unleashes my mind of its own blocking The senses that in copious tangents flood my minds senses Memories and feelings that arise spontaneously And with every moment of these phenomena I became more open My words could flow like so many waters do as though on a slope And instantaneous the messages are in such words to me But now those words are so far away and so locked behind doors That I am angry and I am searching for a way to become one To know the words so well that we can be integrated And if I can I will be happy and sad again Happy because I can see into my creativity and vision Sad because I will then have thoughts that rush out without concentration Without consideration, without control But at least they wont be tripping on themselves anymore I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
It seems to be a curse and a blessing both, the way those words flow; sometimes a gentle stream, sometimes a raging river filled with rapids. I enjoyed reading this overflow. |
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