Lost In The Morass Of Our Closed Mind: 5 Poems
Author: Colin Stewart
He found himself in the grip of this momentary clause
and was subjected to her scrutiny and instinctive laws.
The nuance of one little finger pointed to his many flaws
engineering a lifetime of regret with one short pause!
The reluctant groom fled his bride.
The snake in the grass was by his side.
He covered his tracks when he lied.
It's a daily struggle with this devil inside!
They see our eyes and we begin to turn
away from the inevitable with little concern
but to lose touch with your feelings is cause to yearn.
Men would do well to listen and learn!
Someone's blood has stained the floor.
Mysteries like these seldom keep a score
of the many who had never left here before
and "Do not disturb" still guards this door!
They possess a superior transmission of the brain
but the nature of the beast is so hard to explain.
Of all the species it's the same old refrain
as they kill outside their own food chain!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Ms Loreena McKennitt (184.108.40.206) -- Sunday, July 26 2009, 03:49 am|
The nature of the beast always prevents it to look further and as a result it is doomed to be forever lost in the windmills of its damned mind...and the beast is so alive within us!!!
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