All is still.
Not a spot on the hill
No goblet to fill
So fight if you will.
The walls are walking
The garbage talking
Crackers soaking
Pictures croaking.
Foaming flowers
Flaming fog
Fevered fish
Flashing frogs
Flickering, fading
Fumigating
Fractious feeling
Freewheeling.
Eyes rolling
Hands swelling
Feet won't move
Stuck in a groove.
It looks down
Whips you around
Grins wickedly
Drowns you in brown.
And you frown
And you squint
And you struggle
To catch that glint
In those cold steel eyes
That mock and pry
And accuse,
But never ask why
Thats your mirror
Your eyes
But not you
It lies, it lies,
It lies.
No ones coming
No ones humming
No ones drumming
Inside your head
Anymore
She's long gone
Trashed and torn
Bathed in scorn
While you lie
Frayed and worn.
And in the end
No more paths to bend..
Your perfect pain
finds a life
Beyond the rain
Beyond the stain
of madness.
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9 comments:
This was the best of the three. Truly mad!
like i told you yesterday... you are damn good! words come to you so well!
:)
A methodical description of what seems to be random madness. Is it bad to want to clap your hands to the tune of someone going mad?
was thinking abt comments in general ... are you asking me something? are you asking me if i liked it? should i say it? should i say it only if i really liked it? or should i say i really liked it anyway? things like that - just vaguely playing with ideas :)
SS: you don't want to know whats coming
aparna: thanks baby
Ô¿Ô: nothing randon about it.Its cold out there and steadily getting colder. The precipice- clap hard, so we can all hear it.
prerona: keep playing, and what were you saying..?
i like the almost 'rap' feel of this like fingers thruming on a table top.
wow! this is some talent!
wow, once again totally amazing :)
CJ: perhaps i'll try composing to percussion next time and see what comes out!
Sangeeta, Rapunzel: not sure I deserve that
Raven:your the talented baby who'll be famous when I grow old!
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