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Musing

Thought leads to thought
What one ought
And what one will
And what one does
And what one says
And this head mixes and stirs and brews
And all manner of life, love and philosophy
Pass through,

And though the horizon can be seen,
There is no rest for those who seek to reach it.
As I stammer on towards the goal,
Headlong,
God guided,
Fighting the fury left in my wake.

As I pass unseen,
As I move among these jaded hills,
Within the recesses of the inward,
The dormant outer man must keep up the fight.
Shine,
Forever shine,

Onward toward the goal.

And as I clamour forth,
Into the beyond,
My soul stirs with an intensity,
Not always incredulous
Or darkened, vapid,
But rapid,
Fervent,
Like the unsteady rhythms
Of a space bound shuttle.

And as all sensation leaves,
And returns
And confuses utterly
Something deep within
Calls itself to power,
Brings constant, necessary maintenance.

Yearning for expression,
Fighting for identity,
Wondering what form,
Restoration needed,
Or needed not.

Time passes time,
As thought passes thought
And still the leaf falls from the autumn tree.
Still the bird sings,
The waters stir as the rivers flow.
Choice begets choice,
Path leads to path,
The unknown brings..........

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  • Applehead
    January 10

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    Around the essence of this whole poem is an air of acceptance and peace. Contradictory to this are the words captured within which convey the struggles of the mind yet this stuggle is bearable because of the acceptance, because of the realisation that we have a goal and the horizon does await us.

    Thank you for such a thought provoking and hope inspiring poem.

    "Thought leads to thought
    What one ought
    And what one will
    And what one does
    And what one says
    And this head mixes and stirs and brews
    And all manner of life, love and philosophy
    Pass through,"

    Beginning with a build up of exactly the first word, that being thought. You draw the reader into a swirling conciousness but straight away next stanza, there is the hope.

    "And though the horizon can be seen,
    There is no rest for those who seek to reach it.
    As I stammer on towards the goal,
    Headlong,
    God guided,
    Fighting the fury left in my wake."

    I won't dissect such a consolidated and perfectly penned piece. this is best read from beginning to end....more than once.



    • TeChNoWC
      January 11
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      Spot on... Exactly what I wished to convey. Thankyou for showing me that I was able to speak with clarity.

      Love you (L)

  • stumbling
    January 7
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    This has got to be one of my favorite pieces so far. Every word, every line, every thought was so, incredibly, hauntingly beautiful. This stanza:

    And though the horizon can be seen,
    There is no rest for those who seek to reach it.
    As I stammer on towards the goal,
    Headlong,
    God guided,
    Fighting the fury left in my wake.

    Just did it in for me. I love it!!!


    • TeChNoWC
      January 7
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      I'm glad you liked it. I felt very different writing this piece than I usually do... I guess I felt more connected with my muse, like somehow I was able to express how I felt adequately... Usually there is a whole lot missing, but I guess that's the mystery of the human machine. Well, it seems to have made a difference, at any rate.