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The Cerebral Fugitive

Updated on February 8, 2011

Where does one go...

with thoughts that aren't safe...

speaking of things that strafe as they save...

breaking out of one illusion...

finding yourself in another...

constantly moving with no where to call home...

no sooner does one breath in relief...

then finds the limits...

bars and pad locks...

often gilded...

even pretty...

still bars nonetheless...

me thinks it tiring...

carrying around a sledge...

hefting it along to strike..

cocked to break the next gate...

for one's self or others...

one wonders where the labyrinth ends...

still on I trudge...

sledge in hand...

sometimes too weak to press on...

thankful not alone in my struggle...

my fellows having sledges of their own...

still it would be nice...

finding an island of thought...

where the urge to trudge on wouldn't molest...

a place of peace...

there of my own choosing...

and a way off whenever I pleased.

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    • hillrider profile image

      hillrider 6 years ago from Mid-west United States

      My favorite response from you by far JFrost. Now just keep doing you, the scent of GOuDa is in the air.

    • Jaggedfrost profile image
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      Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

      oh my friends

      I thank you

      one and all

      for friends you are you see

      to look at this odd

      lab rat and see beauty of any kind

      a fell in the night

      of zeros and ones

      just trying to make sense

      of the race before the end

      trying to convince the rest

      there is cheese

      I spoke first to the air

      now to you

      god bless you one and all.

    • TrixieGator profile image

      TrixieGator 6 years ago

      ahhh..just wonderful.. :)

    • hillrider profile image

      hillrider 6 years ago from Mid-west United States

      when you would have me come, but call

      to hear my eager step

      for I will forge a way

      through mazes, with my trusty maul

      I promise to be at your beck

      and call, through anything

      that you may need plowed through

      the word we share

      will lead us through it all,

      for I know He will be there too

    • Micky Dee profile image

      Micky Dee 6 years ago

      Great write as usual. I agree with the repeated phrase and your other thoughts here. I'm lost too. Thank God there's food and water in this labyrinth!

    • Genna East profile image

      Genna East 6 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      I have to agree: "one wonders where the labyrinth ends..." Very powerful. Nicely done!

    • Jaggedfrost profile image
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      Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

      Me too, I don't get as much time to Write or read but thanks for stopping by.

    • b. Malin profile image

      b. Malin 6 years ago

      I love your lines, "One wonders where the labyrinth ends", and "finding an Island of thought"...I hope you succeed on both those venues. Thanks for sharing.