Gabrielle Wolcott Poet Free verse

Music of the Mind

In every sense of consciousness 
And in puddles of the subconscious
Obligation pulls at the strings of temptation
Plucking faster at the memories chords
Until the rush of panic crashes

Breaking through the minds barrier of sanity
The harp screams the song of dread
Echoing through the inner prison passageways 
And settling for the cold walls of being
Finally shatters the ideology of repetition 

Within every throbbing pulse
The hymn radiates in hollowness 
Emptiness of immense proportion 
Rattles the core of every bone
And the psyche skips.

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Poet Destroyer A May 13, 2011 at 4:01 PM Gabby, the mind what a wonderful place to kill all the sanity and rawness of pure music... The mind barrier is mostly a primal vibration that we feel in the deepest pit of our soul and well being... selfless and true ,, without we end up home sick in our minds... how we see, is what we feel... pulling strings to all notes that blow smoke with tunes,,, and feelings we can't explain all the time... enjoyed,..p.d.