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Sunday, August 16, 2015

if only it was just a spider

go on, you have a feast
I will escape into solitude to meditate

my mind's engine has stopped
I want to empty it to move on

how do I generate a ghost,
any ghost, who makes me forget

torn, broke, I trudge deeper into the jungle
yes, I laugh aloud at my dare

my veins stand out but I am no longer torn
once I find the way, I will hit the sack

while you have a gruesome feast
with everything ghoulish

I know I irritate you all the time
with my enigmatic smile

"my parlor is the abode of a stray,
and you know, 
you can't get away any longer"

13 comments:

  1. my mind's engine has stopped
    I want to empty it to move on

    The mind is often a web of thoughts in which we get tangled. Excellent write :)

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. The separation never can be without pain even if it's needed...

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  3. sometimes we need to be by ourselves and meditate to recharge.

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  4. I know well the mind going round and round with its thoughts, and how we long for some peace. You captured it so well here.

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  5. The idea of emptying the mind in order to move on.....so very aptly described.

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  6. No matter how close we think we are to each other there is always a distance, a stranger in one of us that emerges once in a while.

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  7. I made a deal with my spiders. They stay away from my physical being and I will let them go about their business unharmed. So far, it's working quite well, love your weaving of this thought provoking web,

    Elizabeth

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  8. Well... you covered that well :-)
    ZQ

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  9. Time to start again. A moody piece indeed.

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  10. Taking the time to reset is good, but cleaning out the cobwebs isn't always easy.

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