the flame consumes with a passion that demands your patience and for ages my mind has gone crazy or maybe just for hours but when you can feel the moment it doesnt seem real a moment is too long to be feeling like this possibilities of perpetual prostitution a feeling that I've sold myself to the truth appears in earthy tones my heart pirouettes before crashing to the stage then the curtain falls you want to know where my mind is if I knew, I could tell you its been wandering for a while with no apparent destination or purpose just lost in itself searching for the end of the maze and hitting dead ends and stealing "wrong turn" signs I've been all fucked up... but who's keeping track? and this is where I've been for the last few days... waiting for the rain clouds to go away you can call it crazy but its more like intuition and now I'm falling asleep with pen in hand forgetting why I picked it up in the first place a synaptic misfire from a mutinous mind...
thanks guys...it was one of those nights when nothing made any sense to me at all...my whole world was incoherent at the time...
i'm not a big fan of poetry in general (a lot of it seems like mental masturbation to me) anyways, i liked that very nice
Gorgeous flow and I really enjoyed the thought process… staying within the moment yet taking a full circle, if that makes any sense… and I really really loved the split between the first stanza and the second… like an interrupted thought…. Lovely mental masturbation.... haha...
I really loved this. Been caught in those moments too but never eloquently explained. The last lines were an excellent exclamation mark to it.
i liked it too and haven't seen your name here since like 2002. wow hope things are good with your life
