Nov 2020
UNFINISHED BOOK
Forgetful for a fortnight brings less delight, ample ideas drift from my mind into space
Building a new vision suddenly lost in a mental collision, floating away like steam from heat
Taking it all in sends a mind for a spin, building tension instead of retention, gold cup suddenly becoming last place
Tiny twisters form super cells brain breezes into swells, then suddenly off the radar like a storm in retreat
Search for knowledge vivacious or vicious dismissed in a void, Vast into vague blocked by a haze
Information a mental mind game tossed around like pre-dementia; deepest sense of wonder left incomplete
Are lost thoughts for not or just waiting to form, deja vu nothing new past events now seen as replays
Knowledge is power until it goes sour, minds receptive while unknowingly defective, new power as quickly obsolete
Always incomplete no dead end but a never-ending street, casual trail of wisdom now a rocky road with no freedom, often left walking in a maze
Letting my mind submit to the sublime casually settled into nirvana, sit and think right on the brink each thought settles softly like a rare treat
Left on the edge a book always waiting to be read, words or titles pass quickly into endless arrays
Outward bound visions on a lost mission, left silent never to expound, mental doors remain open we hold the keys, finding freedom in thought facing it to feel more than defeat R.C.
Forgetful for a fortnight brings less delight, ample ideas drift from my mind into space
Building a new vision suddenly lost in a mental collision, floating away like steam from heat
Taking it all in sends a mind for a spin, building tension instead of retention, gold cup suddenly becoming last place
Tiny twisters form super cells brain breezes into swells, then suddenly off the radar like a storm in retreat
Search for knowledge vivacious or vicious dismissed in a void, Vast into vague blocked by a haze
Information a mental mind game tossed around like pre-dementia; deepest sense of wonder left incomplete
Are lost thoughts for not or just waiting to form, deja vu nothing new past events now seen as replays
Knowledge is power until it goes sour, minds receptive while unknowingly defective, new power as quickly obsolete
Always incomplete no dead end but a never-ending street, casual trail of wisdom now a rocky road with no freedom, often left walking in a maze
Letting my mind submit to the sublime casually settled into nirvana, sit and think right on the brink each thought settles softly like a rare treat
Left on the edge a book always waiting to be read, words or titles pass quickly into endless arrays
Outward bound visions on a lost mission, left silent never to expound, mental doors remain open we hold the keys, finding freedom in thought facing it to feel more than defeat R.C.
Think original thought was how a scattered mind with a brain that can not shut can drift in and out of random thoughts so quickly, from a single image or sound be taken on a journey that ends ,or never can find a true meaning, comparing that to maybe life like just walking through a library reading titles,we saw the books(had the thoughts) but it never gets finished:) Thanks. Rick Thanks for reading your thoughts are helpful Peace. :)
