got me locked up behind firewalls
huge invisible blocks of silence
trapped within, my spirit sits
some call it meditation
i know the truth
imprisoned by fallacies
silence is my jailer
no key, no password, no
been here a while
scratched out days turn to weeks
waiting for godot, prince charming, rapunzel
waiting
my hair falls out, my nails turn to sand
mummified scarabs encircle my dungeon
clicking of emptiness, tapping of void
mute words keep me company
i can hear myself think
my sentence undetermined
i send my meager self into motion
twirling the infinite moment
non-motion matched by non-desire
(july 15/07)
now THAT is some fine, poetic, shit, well done, take the hurt the anger, the bitterness, rope that fury and turn it into song within, and loose it again to the world as song...fuck yah
thnx, ray.
if the words come, the hurt is already half remedied.