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Sensing the tension (Poetry for you)

Updated on June 7, 2013

One very cold winter day
A thought had dropped from out the sky
It had weighed a ton of that heavy substance why
Never experiencing such an occurrence this brave soul
Spider sensed reflexes
genetic mutation reflections
A gripping feeling of being stunned
A startling ultra shock of an experience
Into amazement

for such a moment was splendid
Yet unbearable to bare false witness to
An utter appalling vision slowly began to make itself noticeable
For that very happening of the mind may have been the end result
Of a travesty, of bloody tragedy, of pure dismay
A true recollection of life altering events
Purely translated into new aged chronicles

Something that met the eye

with a jagged edge of uncut imagination
To be recorded down into our personal history books and epic journals
Deeply embedded in the richest memory banks
precious gold reserves mental processing plants

Yet what was left and remained

That shear stress

of purely physical tension

The feet of a tightrope walker
The feet of a tightrope walker | Source

Like a broken can opener that serves no true purpose
This worthless over sized monstrous thought needed to be replaced
Imagine if our thoughts were alive and walking the earth
what a change we could bring faster then the blink of an eye
We all are mental giants us humans
Our brains have surely grown over-sized

thinking the impossible
Our toys became the major games of dire importance to be played with
Our stance on this very globe no longer strong with pure inner nature
Our hearts as a global community have gone void of true love for all of creation
Our sense of humor has turned completely rotten and absent of true comedy

Public Domain
Public Domain | Source

Where have all our 7 senses gone?

Music lacking originality

dry stale mechanical chords

like dangling off wicked strings from hell
Life forces subject to senseless tragedy
Actors and actresses no longer sensing their roles

of being true picture perfect Majesty

now just playing some robotic supernatural part
Movie directors running out of ideas to film their scrolls

no good plots to unfold
Creativity for artist now confined to a digital prison

to be stole upon
Earth quaking aching super storms

sending wind gust of chaos
Bills through the roof

driving more to be without

life becoming symbiotic & indeterminate
It all appears unlikely to change these days but hope still remains
God has the last say & as they say!

All that tugging pulling and pushing ends swiftly

as each passing life gently blows over the worlds pains

Like a man on a wire!


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      Mike Pugh 4 years ago from New York City

      @Gypsy Rose, thank you so much for the support and kind words, LOL yeah I like the high wire act, it does indeed speak volumes about us all.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Wonderfully done. You had me out there on the wire. We always seem to be doing a balancing act in this world.

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      Mike Pugh 4 years ago from New York City

      Thanks Bill it feels good to get these thoughts out of my head, and onto the web. It's so relieving and may actually be a form of therapy for sure.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      You have the soul of a poet, Mike! Beautifully done!