Post by Robert Stephen Herrick on Jun 4, 2012 12:26:13 GMT -5
Pull of the Ripped Mind
Lowly and slowly the tide flows
back and forth with the undertow
of the mind's eye shifting to and fro
ready to tear and be torn under
from a madness breaking asunder.
Pulling and being ripped away
from the light and dark being stray
amongst good and bad, night and day
as love and hate rotate around
the torn mind without balance to be found.
Pull of the ripped mind,
pull of the tortuted soul,
pull of the broken body
as death's bell tolls
as life's breath unfolds...
Soliderity collapses under strain,
strength seethes with softness
as the thrumming pulse remains
setting the rhythm as a thrull
enslaved as an irregular beat with pains.
Pull of the ripped mind,
thrashed about in cold silence
since death is nigh
and life is breaking away
once enslaved, now fleeing up high.
Lowly and slowly the tide flows
back and forth with the undertow
of the mind's eye shifting to and fro
ready to tear and be torn under
from a madness breaking asunder.
Pulling and being ripped away
from the light and dark being stray
amongst good and bad, night and day
as love and hate rotate around
the torn mind without balance to be found.
Pull of the ripped mind,
pull of the tortuted soul,
pull of the broken body
as death's bell tolls
as life's breath unfolds...
Soliderity collapses under strain,
strength seethes with softness
as the thrumming pulse remains
setting the rhythm as a thrull
enslaved as an irregular beat with pains.
Pull of the ripped mind,
thrashed about in cold silence
since death is nigh
and life is breaking away
once enslaved, now fleeing up high.