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Does Not Need a Title

My mind is always running like an overflowing faucet
Like a never ending bouncing ball that someone took and tossed it
Paid for with attention that I forgot how much it costed
As my mind will sometimes lose itself and I forget just where I lost it

A mind is that a beautiful place yet it can also be very scary
As those with sight to read the mind all readers be wary
Like the venom of a beautiful plant flaunting poison berries
Poison thoughts can rot the mind and the perspective that it carries

What would it be like to explore another mind
Is it like a whimsical circus from thoughts of different kinds
Or would it be a calming stream to help leave troubles behind
Perhaps reality is an illusion conjured from the thoughts we find

As my mind sits in mental slumber 
I sit in a corner and sometimes wonder
How I allowed myself to be pulled under
By my own mental blunders

Still thoughts run like a marathon with no intent of stopping
Time would steal a moment's notice while seconds continue dropping
As time sheds into the past the present continues cropping
For time is neither round nor linear but explodes the moment popping

Times combustion blinds the  mind stealing that which it most wants
Memories reflecting the past with the regret that serves to haunt
The present steals the frown from the past wearing a smile that taunts
Reminding thoughts that the confidence it bears comes from the pain it flaunts

In the past, when the present seemed to be facing a downward slope
As if the foot of reality lost its traction slipping on water and soap
When falling to an inverted sky reality extends a rope
Some may call the extension luck while others call it hope

Or maybe faith, hope and luck stem from the same fibers of thought
Like time catching us in the moment thinking it is time we have caught
Reminding us of something we don't know but ought
Control what you can control for time we can not

Copyright © John Castro

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  1. Date: 1/13/2012 9:25:00 PM
    Quite a trip you take me on John; full of emotions, different time frames and lots of movement. Just a great read my friend! P S Love those muscles you display! :)

  1. Date: 1/2/2012 5:22:00 AM
    Dang,, John...I am favin this one! Love the metaphors that are super duper strong and the middle where you sprinkled soft rhyme. You traveled so many places in this poem full of self contemplation. It is amazing and sublime!!! Gwendolen Sorry your Louisiana weather is as ditsy as Ohio's . Where else can you wear shorts on Christmas day and go sledding on New Years???? Tell me Mr. Weather man! ha ah.

  1. Date: 12/31/2011 2:55:00 PM
    Awesome mental work, John. Spoken to mind through your heart, no doubt! "Time, we can not control"..I'd say thank God for that, because I would choose to revert to and extend my tween years to forever! : ) Great write..Happy New Year and thanks for visiting. Love, Annalise

  1. Date: 12/31/2011 1:21:00 PM
    The mental web we weave...Very nice write you have here also.Geez! Your mind is just flowing with thoughts.Let them flow~~~~

  1. Date: 12/31/2011 10:01:00 AM
    A thought provoking piece. It's nice to read work that makes you stop a moment and analyze how we see things and percieve realiity. It would be interesting to explore someone elses mind! (would be a nice break from mine!) Nice use of expression and love the last stanza, sums the poem up well. Thanks for stopping by my poem, best wishes as always Em :)