Just to clear up the confusion, "The Crevices of the Mind" contributor to the bottom left is no longer a contributor. That was Samir & I's joint name while we were the only writers on this blog.
Any who. I don't know what it is about that combination of words that gets me but, it just sounds too beautiful not to be written multiple times. Possibly because it really is (and describes) everyone's innermost thoughts, emotions, grievances, etc..Or perhaps because I find it to be catchy (kind of like cuh, or fuck it). In any case, some time last April I was inspired enough by the words to consecrate a multiple stanza'ed set of rhyming thoughts. After presenting it to my Mom, Sister, and inevitably facebook..It was forgotten about.
Prior to any thought of the poem, I was alone (with the exception of my camera) in a dark hallway in the Senate building shortly after the inauguration. Months after that, a friend and I ventured outside of our Hall to find that the campus was absolutely gorgeous when barely lit and soaked. And tonight after searching Hewleus for a worthy post, I've discovered that when put together, the combination depicts the closest thing (on earth) to my phantasm of that holy place.
Know this though, I said on earth for a reason. If for whatever reason God were to read this, bless me with a spaceship, diving suit, camcorder, and a lobotomy; I would be able to show you my actual mental image.
Until that happens, this will have to do.
Welcome to the Crevices of the Mind
Eighteen with the world ahead of her
stars to the left of her
and the sun shines down on her perpetual dreams.
Purposely she's placed them with forever so she'd never lose sight of what she'd seen.
See she's been chasing forever with a steam.
So lost to find it-
as she rolls up her sleeves
to breathe air from the life intended just for she.
Oh, the moons beams a smile, intended just for she.
So her intentions in life match her aspirations perfectly
and vividly,
intuition screams,
"you'll cross the sky to light up the night like astronomy.
Destined to be seen, seperate from all commodities.
Extend bare palms in exchange for comraderies.
If found comatose they'd dissect you like lobotomies."
So she kept a surgeons hand on her thoughts,
deliberate and cautious with a fear to get lost,
in the crevices of the mind. Beware at all cost,
deeper than depth lies the valley of frost.
Memories of a void in the soul, refusal to be whole-
after she'd let her guard down and took the armor off.
Stripped of all and dignity, she fought-
only to fall and find that she'd lost
hope and life
but her angel lifted her
and that dark tasted light-
as she inhaled an engine's exhaust.
High enough to touch the sun, when the plane shutoff
and the angel left her to fly and kiss the clouds so soft.
So gently she descended past the stars and time that she'd wrought,
touching only the sins that she'd been and the rights that she'd wronged.
Blowing cosmic powder on the lyrics of a song that she'd yet to write.
Still it's melody haunts her mind in the black of the night.
So loneliness has gone.
and now forever calls you,on and on-
in pursuit it seems she's running on and on.
No destination just, on and on.
The wings are off, just on and on-
top of the world where the entrance is drawn-
in green and red
noise is dead and a sight beyond it she's yet to find.
In circles on and on and on and on until she breaks cycle into the crevices of the mind
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