POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHTS
From within the mortar and brick,
I look through spotted glass
Some panes are missing
But the truth remains.
In the shattered shards of glass on the floor
I hear the echoes of life’s dark, truthful mirror screaming,
Closing the shudders of the spotted glass
Not to close my mind but to open it.
Weaving through my head, they won’t leave me alone
Fighting with all breath so they won’t take hold
Slowly, their whispers fill my void.
Pushing away the emptiness until their story glows.
I can’t say no to them
Each day I spend looking
Their words caressed my heart
As I sway to their sound
I have no choice but to let them
Consume me completely
I can’t say no to them…
Gazing into the future
Scribing scene by scene
Searching for that mythic purpose
Then again, that’s a little extreme
The lines I write are my voice
Somewhere betwixt ridiculous and profound,
Without them, I’m lifeless and cold
No idea what to do when they are not around?
I feel the ink raising
Not sure where it ends and where I begin
Sometimes, I’m free of fear… sometimes
But I can still pretend
I don’t know the words started
But I will write until the end
I’m drowning in a sea of tiny slips of paper
Perhaps, someday reason, I will find
I will hide it deep within something
Somewhere in the regions of my mind,
Where exactly? I don’t have a clue.
But, somehow, every day… A whisper comes seeping through
Obediently, without quarter, I write it.
Write hopelessly because I don’t know what else to do.
Surrendering myself completely
Allowing them to speak through me freely
Yet, I wonder if I am good enough …
But I always find myself when I try to hide
Still, I wait for my courage to rise
Building up the strength within me
But I feel the doubt flow
Though it tries, it ain’t beat me… yet
My soul burns with every breath
Every gasp gives me strength
From somewhere
As doubt’s grip tightens,
I scream …
Release Me!!!!!
My quill glows in the darkness.
Grabbing it, scribing the reflections
Of shattered glass
Now I’m Feeling Good
Mangus Khan 