A scream echoes
In a crowded place
As a volley of thoughts
From voices battling to try
And manipulate
A screening of images
Flash like a newsreel
Capturing momentary scenes
In a capsule of time
That cannot be reached
An invasion on concentration
Collapses a coherent mind
Into indecisive muddle
That produces babble
From un-controllable lips
The darkness steers in a direction
Unclear to the human compass
True universal north is distorted
There are no polls
Bipolarity controls all thoughts
North, south, east, and west
Seem to collide and collapse
Into a vortex of nothingness
Where answers are not found
And words travel zero meters
How can a coherent idea derive
Via a howling
Deep within a bottomless pit
Of senseless jabbering
Creating an unfocused lens
Words are short lived
Their power has no conviction
Random thoughts
Become the way of thinking
Producing no nutrition for a mind
Finding words to put on paper
Seem to lose their context
In an unseemly endless parade
Of undefined concepts
With no control or manipulation
One voice must be found
In this plethora
Of undistinguishable mental ideas
Which crash into each other
In a metamorphosis of much more
To write is a form of pushing
The world out of our heads
A therapy of meditation
That only the artistic comprehend
Calling it the battle of creativity
Comments
Hello
I really loved this! very creative and interesting.
nice pattern . good job :)
Star,
I thank you for the visit a the generous comment.
Eddie
Dear Eddie,
Suggestion:
In this line (In a not empty place) I think it would sound better If you used,either, Occupied, crammed or crowded place instead of a not empty place. asit feels a little more solid.
I liked these lines:
One voice must be found
In this plethora
Of undistinguishable metal ideas
Which crash into each other
In a metamorphosis of much more
always, Cat
Cat,
thank you for the careful read, and suggestion.
it's always a pleasure to hear from you.
Eddie
...
i WONDER WHY THE TREND IS NOW
To gorge in poemic epic form
a creativity at best
but read by only the very Best
what of us?
who travel by intuition
and seek what's all
about life's mission
"NOW"
To dwell on a future that may not be
or to live in a past that can not be
is to lose the precious moment,
that our senses see.
For we can not change the past
or write a future
that we have not yet seen
but here we are right now.
Now is where we ought to be.
Life, is so fleeting and every moment counts.
The past shapes us, and the furture is "wait and see"
I myself refuse to wait on the future to come,
because every moment I live is a product of the "NOW",
that in a blink of an eye become the past.
Eddie
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