Friday, March 18, 2011

In constant thought 3/8/11

Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Thoughts will fall to paper
As heavy strokes of ink flood the sheet.

A tussel between the mind and toungue can't be contained.
Ideas become elict as the hand and the mind tweak their words,
Like harpoons preparing to fire.

The scene comes to life as if it had drank an elixer,
Spewing and splattering.
A target hits and goes down faster than a wild animal hit by tranquilizer.

ENCORE!
ENCORE!

Without regret a hazardous flower blossoms,
No sadist could ever inflict as much pain.

The prospect of satire is little
The chance of hitting walls that block is greater.

The mighty pen falls as it becomes transfixed on the ground beneath it.

This war has no end.

Alas.
A battle is won.
Death and Rebirth
Have become
A poem.

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