Toad
06-03-2008, 08:08 PM
with a few exceptions, punctuation and spelling, this is how it was written in all of five minutes during an episodic adventure... might as well, sharing is better than what I normally do (these dayz); save and store it.
Another day I will likely spend time putting it into stanzas (in progress).
Graceful as a hurricane
Pounce upon the thoughts of what I thought were mine,
Only to tumble into a tangled ball of twine,
Onlookers quite sure I have simple drank far too much wine,
Are less convinced otherwise whilst I fumble orally divine.
Asked only of me is what was it that I said,
Explanations serve to lead back to something I was fed,
When all the while this whole pileup was in my head.
Where I turned and left behind cognizant, and wine,
I am sure to fine the glass I left, half spilt and half empty;
Shorted the glass.
Crash and burn
Was it my turn
Annihilated thought?
Certain was I
Stepping down from this
Podium in prompt
I cannot stop the words from mind as they crash about without faze, though I do daze, attempt to gather up out of this sync, branded for slaughter with in this lot would seem to be my end. Without seemingly the passage of time, till seen is all which has skipped along without the decency of bringing me along. Prose may be to blame, though doubt this mind I do, while knowing full well this wall from which I scrape my nose. Paint the town would be my plan if not for this floor I see, which seems to follow me around or am I simply still here? Rolling thought cannot be stopped as gravity shall prevail, synapse collapse neurotically shall short my fighting stance. Once again I find this floor though wonder is it still here? Brought about by stress this show continues its episode, flashing glances insightfully whilst tearing up the show.
The flow in thought was not I thought what was to be today, still why on earth I would be surprised
For this I have done before.
The carpet of thought pulled from under
Makes this man fall and blunder
Strength subtle breaking stride
Babbling stance force of pride
As it continues following day
Twisting wrung out painfully
Pummeling takes my breath away
Pushed beyond what was of me
Returned in pieces not recognized nor known
Cold shell rattles to start
Cognition chills my bones
I fold.
Bouncing in and out
Rebound not in sight
At least not this night.
Crumpled mass yearning to be freed
Todd
Another day I will likely spend time putting it into stanzas (in progress).
Graceful as a hurricane
Pounce upon the thoughts of what I thought were mine,
Only to tumble into a tangled ball of twine,
Onlookers quite sure I have simple drank far too much wine,
Are less convinced otherwise whilst I fumble orally divine.
Asked only of me is what was it that I said,
Explanations serve to lead back to something I was fed,
When all the while this whole pileup was in my head.
Where I turned and left behind cognizant, and wine,
I am sure to fine the glass I left, half spilt and half empty;
Shorted the glass.
Crash and burn
Was it my turn
Annihilated thought?
Certain was I
Stepping down from this
Podium in prompt
I cannot stop the words from mind as they crash about without faze, though I do daze, attempt to gather up out of this sync, branded for slaughter with in this lot would seem to be my end. Without seemingly the passage of time, till seen is all which has skipped along without the decency of bringing me along. Prose may be to blame, though doubt this mind I do, while knowing full well this wall from which I scrape my nose. Paint the town would be my plan if not for this floor I see, which seems to follow me around or am I simply still here? Rolling thought cannot be stopped as gravity shall prevail, synapse collapse neurotically shall short my fighting stance. Once again I find this floor though wonder is it still here? Brought about by stress this show continues its episode, flashing glances insightfully whilst tearing up the show.
The flow in thought was not I thought what was to be today, still why on earth I would be surprised
For this I have done before.
The carpet of thought pulled from under
Makes this man fall and blunder
Strength subtle breaking stride
Babbling stance force of pride
As it continues following day
Twisting wrung out painfully
Pummeling takes my breath away
Pushed beyond what was of me
Returned in pieces not recognized nor known
Cold shell rattles to start
Cognition chills my bones
I fold.
Bouncing in and out
Rebound not in sight
At least not this night.
Crumpled mass yearning to be freed
Todd