The Pendulem

the 
pendulem
kept moving
back and forth 
driving me insane
on its indecisive behavior
so quickly to mesmorize and hypnotize
me into  another dimesion, 
where flowers talk in hidden speeches
their tongues are the leafs themselves
the world is upside down through the looking glass
I felt like Alice, beckoning for the Red Queen to even threaten my head
Psychosis is the color of insanity, and the shade of reality, painted by Poe,
My feet are cold and frozen. from the ground of which the ice scuplture has melted,
A stench so undesirable has ran past my senses, leaving all six unsure of the reason
The 
pendulem 
kept moving
back and forth
slowly bringing me to anger
If wrath be in my heart, I shall die for the sin it brings is immoral
All nine circles are infinite with wrong-doers, who seek the communion at mass
As it swayed my delusions are inept with a mixture a agony to the cerebral it lacks
The 
pendulem
kept moving
back and forth
rocking into a frenzy of motion cofusible by rhythm
the pendulem
kept moving
back and forth
back...and forth
forth... and back
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Mehta Avatar
April 6, 2011 at 8:41 AM
You got a nice rhythm like a pendulem in your verses, shane
Brown Avatar
April 6, 2011 at 6:53 AM
It has been a pleasure to read your poetry today Shane. I hope to get back soon to read more of your poetry. May you always find inspiration to carry on with your writing endeavors. Love, Carol
Bagnall Avatar
April 6, 2011 at 5:33 AM
Pleasantly weird. You've got some lovely language in there, think you've managed to capture a sense of being half asleep quite well. Enjoyed the read.
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