Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Five minute mental vomit.



Not being too quick to judge, 
quick foot, quick run, 
stomp around, hold no grudge,
goosestep, ground swept,
leaves gathered, time well spent.

Suck it up, rough it out, 
scream it loud, now I'm fizzled out. 
feel the ground? It's beating now.
Mother nature, she's hurting now.
Hear your heart, it's beating proud.
Proud of what? Palpitating, wow.

Round the bend, speeding up,
wrong turn, double back,
racing space, boiling face,
double up, there's trouble now,
wobble some, joke around,
lighten up, lay back down,
there's more to this,
but it's not profound.

Beauty fades, it's the second round,
up in smoke, who's dancing now?
Killer beat, newly found,
who they be? Not world-renowned,
quietly achieving, stereo's out,
carbon be leaking, oil depleting,
cap and trade or taxing you slaves,
inaction till D-day, delays until we belay.

What is it that I'm trying to say?
I hold no pretence, to make any sense,
Poor reference, pour vanilla, essence
is lost.
Prolific is naught,
knotted in nine, it's time to thrive,
we're hard wired to survive.
The Plan is Divine.
How could we go wrong,
with You as our Guide?

It's time to realign, project our desires,
promote Your ideas, 
stand tall and admire.
Now lay down, mind at rest,
gather your strength,
don't try to protest,
gear up, head space,
the time has come,
for your greatest test.

Don't fret, don't cry, 
you'll make it through,
your strength wont subside,
Be at rest, no sign of distress, 
we're all under arrest, 
standing over the greatest abyss.

2 comments:

  1. This is world class poetry Natasha.....not many can write with such beauty, conviction and honesty.
    Well done dokhtaram, you always make me proud <3

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