The Sketchpad - Words, Images, and Thoughts as OneA Poem by 7h3fr34kWonderfully well written segments on a simple scrap of sketchpad Wantonly wandering where surprise severs from sadistic scare Terrifying tension takes tolls on trite attention And as arises alarm and abhorrence, all across the forlorn forest Those fallen fruit that floor do find inside the vastly wooded meadow of the mind But with these words of wisdom read, though fraught with fear and fire fed That fallen fruit found on the floor, is resting idly no more A creeping scent of confidence, decisions now wrenched off the fence Ill impulsion implies insane! Not nearly knowing nothing named But they know not the nearly famed, for failures fruit is quickly drained It is thy name of which they speak; such raw resolve is never weak And though they try to find a lie, your honesty is hard to hide If only all would understand; the visions of this unweak man If only everybody had, this visionary scrap of pad Alas, they do, it isn’t new; it’s wandering in all of you All answers to questions arisen, are locked within a so-called prison The lock does hide behind the eyes, the key is understanding life And not just life as life is born, but truly understanding yours You are the sketchpad, your mind the segments Look deep within the mirror here, and learn the secrets buried dear And as your mind begins to wake, you’ll learn that life is what’s at stake So scheme the dream to wean your feeble brain And one day you’ll say 'nay, for he is sane!' For you’ll have learned what none can teach Why for this life did fate, towards you, extend its reach? © 2017 7h3fr34k |
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Added on February 15, 2011 Last Updated on December 24, 2017 Tags: Inspiration, Enlightenment Author7h3fr34kFLAboutStop thinking and write. -7h3fr34k Insanity is the key, and I am the keyholder. more..Writing
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