Best Train Of Thought Poems
Am I dreaming
or have I dreamt myself awake
I can’t seem to discern
between real and fake
What’s right
What’s wrong
which direction
should I take
Am I reasonably responsible
for the many mistakes I might make
Backward bouncy walking
Crazy ticketed talking
Following the run
in a pretty girls stocking
Unafraid of anything
Willing to do what’s shocking
Sarcastically mocking
Listening to head voices
My brain has lost it’s sane
my body’s rocking
My mind skipping
from Idea to Idea
You weren’t there a second ago go
but now I see you
Wait a second
I can see right through you
Black isn’t white
Yellow is now blue
Bending over
To take a boulder
out of my shoe
They were old yesterday
and now they’re new
But instead of one pair
I’m wearing out two
The room is shaking
Momma’s in the kitchen
Half baked
Pieces of everything
Tender flaked
The tiles under my feet
vibrate to the beat
Hey momma
“Trick or Treat?
Give me something good to eat”
Suddenly I’m covered by a sheet
on a cold stainless table
being processed like meat
sliding on a rail
Door closed
Fire burning
someone turning up the heat
Bell ringing, ringing, ringing
WAKE UP, Wake up Rick
If only I could
That would be a cool trick!
I feel like I’m being beat with a stick
Shake, shake, shake
“wake up Rick its Eight,
you’re going to be late.”
Get out of bed you fool.
It’s time for school.”
Eyes open, “I‘m up, I’m up!”
But wait
You can’t hear me talk
Because I’m an unwound
broken old clock
no longer able to tick or tock
I only have hands
so I can’t even walk.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Things that make me go hmm. The second hand of clock or watch is actually the third hand. ;0)
we stimulate our minds for our intellect to grow
becoming more technical
remaining spiritually slow
so we face trials and tribulation
crisis and complications
praising God, while serving Satan
expecting love when spewing hatred
our faith is dissipating
until its totally forsaken
for miracles we pray
yet and still we disobey
missed lessons
means blocked blessings
wrong paths are chosen
cursed to glimpse the promised land but never enter like Moses
it's hard to humble ourselves cause we've got pride
so we find a hard head leaves a soft backside
when stressed i ride
reclined, inside
sounds booming
trying hard to decipher the message in our music
Pac said keep your head up
Treach said guard your grill
Wu sang protect your neck
Cube said to kill at will
Eazy said easy does it
Run said hard times
Jigga ask can I live
but Big ready to die
50 cent said get rich ore die trying
K.R.S made stop the violence, and listen to my nine
these are questionable times
that leave young impressionable minds
hoping to find success pushing dope on the grind
thinking all the pain would end if they became rich
but the harder they hustle the more pain and anguish
if we could understand the hustle
we would over stand the struggle
instead we constantly land back in trouble
on frivolous pursuits
searching for forbidden fruits
living lies until they collide with the moment of truth
I been there and done that
played with fire and got burned as soon as my hand healed I'd run back
so young and misguided
mama said don’t do it I tried it
it's by God's grace I survived it
flash back to my youth I was so naive and timid
wondering if that path I walked on is the one the Lord intended
tired of getting beat by bullies so I learned to prevent it
but I found my self in front of the judge as a defendant
five times aquited of crimes that I committed
but the one time I was innocent is when I got convicted
justice may be blind, but she so vindictive
so I struggle with it
trying to make since out of the senseless
visualizing moments from my past
i had friends that were too fast
and now they're pushing up grass
some pulled triggers to prove they were'nt punks
got sent to prison to spend their lives on jail bunks
in this world of wicked people
its seems like um walking a tightrope between good and evil
shedding tears for my peers who passed away
but we cant go back to yesterday
and this world is hard as steel
one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel
so if i slip I'm outta here
I can't cope and since I don't smoke dope I drank a lotta beer
but I can't go to the store and drink a quart of brew
without running into the can I have a quarter crew
it seems they beg so much
their hands look like cups
enough is enough
it's back to doing stickup
killers busts caps
so I bust back
plus these crakheads are birthing little maniac rugrats
I'm changing much like the seasons do
everybody praise the power of the trigger so im squeezing too
if i negotiate they think I'm soft
I guess they can only understand the sound of pistols going off
so if its me or him picture that cat as good as popped
I'd rather lie behind some iron bars than in a wooden box
so send him flowers and bring me ciggarettes
not for a rep but Im going to choose life over death
i guess thats the way of the world and sense I cant change it
then how I feel is how I will bring it.
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Lost in a sugar-coated lullaby
Lost in a bloody reverie…
Losing control…I lost my train of thought
Watch out – I will hunt you down like game…I’ll watch you rot
But, I will remain downright distraught
I yawn non-stop
As I awaken from my solitary cave…
You’re sleeping beneath the surface – you are unique and brave
You are beautiful and strong
You are sharp and headstrong
I want you to know that I love you so…
I want you to reap what you sow…
Reap what you sow, you know?
Chorus: You are my saving grace
You traced tranquility on my lips
Behind closed doors, there are secrets to unfold
Find your way out of your own maze
You can’t save me this time
Find the energy to run the extra mile
Find the strength to say goodbye sooner or later
Later for now…let me sway away…let me flutter away
Think on me…think of me…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
You’re sleeping beneath the surface
I owe you an apology? You say ‘sorry’ first – say it to my face
I must be dreaming – pinch me please…
Put my worrisome, saddened soul and anxious heart at ease
But, no one can mend these scars from deep within…
I’m falling victim to this one hideous sin….
But, you make me feel great day in and day out (I feel no regret…I don’t feel all
that upset)
Please don’t stop the rhythm of our hearts, beating as one…where have you
been?
We belong with each other…we were meant for each other no doubt (my
mind’s not piling up with excessive debt)
Where are you going? Are you drowning in your pain? Do you wish to drive it
all away?
Do you just wish you could make it disappear out of nowhere? I long for the
Lord’s accord – someday, that day will come and repair our heartbroken hearts
that once consumed dismay and wept with frustration and disarray
A train siren screams in the desert
Impoverished by strangers' intentions on board
Desert winds howl at a fictitious moon
As my door is rattling with ghosts without names
I jump into the passing train with my restless mind
What if I can't grab the handles and fall into the Abyss?
Coyotes will devour my heart;
its heaviness will become theirs for Life...
Perhaps that's why they travel in Packs - to ease the pain
of lonely heart punctured by their canines
I see myself at the foggy window of a passing train
"Take me with ME !!! "
I cry as my train disappears in the water-sky of a Mirage...
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The hypnotic thrum of the wheels
Drumming smoothly along the tracks
Inside the early morning hush
Broken by the rare stifled cough
The casual rustling of a newspaper
And the whisper of sporadic conversation.
A body slumped against the window
Business papers being scanned
Earpieces inviting oblivion to the outside world
Anxious glances thrown at watches.
The driver whistles quietly to himself
Glad that soon his shift will be over
Trees ,bushes,houses and bridges
Slide past,silent observers of the passing scene.
What is that?He stiffens
The crucifixion shape on the parapet
The manual did spell out such eventualities.
Uselessly he slams on the brakes
He glimpses the inward looking eyes
The body glances off the windscreen
The brakes screech and squeal
And the acrid stench of burning flesh fills the air.
The sickening jolt throws
Everyone awake.
Time grinds to a halt.
A train siren screams in the desert
Impoverished by strangers' intentions on board
Desert winds howl at a fictitious moon
As my door is rattling with ghosts without names
I jump into the passing train with my restless mind
What if I can't grab the handles and fall into the Abyss?
... Coyotes will devour my heart;
its heaviness will become theirs for Life...
Perhaps that's why they travel in Packs - to ease the pain
of lonely heart punctured by their canines
I see myself at the foggy window of a passing train
"Take me with ME !!! "
I cry as my train disappears in the water-sky of a Mirage...
copyright@iolandascripca2013
My train of thought
Seems to stop abrupt
Arrives at every single station
Fills to its capacity
And with a push and shove
Passengers unload
With a barrage of every other question
What shall I proceed, to be, asking myself
The "what's or when's or how's" and such
Only that they keep sending me off
Upon different tracks and derelict directions
Prolific is the search of further abstract actions
To thus, accumulate a weight of burden baggage
And never reaching in to hold any one conclusion
Or an absolute, as I near my paradoxal destination
I came across a dwelling in the dark forest,
outside there was a rickety wooden fence
Ravens perched, evil in their eyes gravest
black, as black as night, I must commence,
the gate swung back and forth creaking,
felt compelled to enter, unknowing the fate
that would become of me, fear increasing
every step that I took, in an hypnotic state
I opened the door, stench of death overcome
my senses, the darkness was blinding, silence
filled me with immense fear, cold and numb,
shaking hands search, then lost my balance,
falling onto something quite unimaginable,
grotesque thoughts entered my unstable mind,
my eyes need to identify, though undesirable
reaching for a torch to alleviate the undefined
possible realities , horror instilling my whole being
not being able to see is unimaginable, an horrific
smell encapsulates my nostrils, tinnitus ringing
In my ears, Unable to illuminate, I become static,
fear of the Unknown had defeated me, escaping
from this situation became essential, intimidated
by what I hear, feel, smell, curiosity diminishing,
retreating was seemingly hampered, aggravated,
cold reality overcome me, I tripped which revealed
a figure in silhouette dauntingly standing over me,
a muffled voice of a man, reality was then revealed,
my journey had terminated, I was safe and free
the railway conductor said, your at your stop sir,
I need to punch your ticket for thee.
01/04/2017.
The poet's shadow contest.
Sponsored by Greg Barden.
From the eye there flows
The blood
The blood then forms
The crimson pool
From the pool there blossoms
The flower
The flower reflects
The glowing moon
From the moon there shines
The stars
The stars explode leaving
The dark
And then the night disperses
I lost my train of thought thinking about you. They say love hurts but i haven't
experienced it. I can't eat or even sleep. My world is falling apart because of you. It
hurts to know that your half way across the world. We just got married and your job has
snatching you away. You said no matter how long you were gone, you still love me but i
can't feel it. I need you. As weeks pass, i forget when your coming home. One night I'm
tossing and turning, i wake up and see you standing over me, you reach down and pull me
into your arms and kiss me with your tender lips.....i lose my train of thought.
Copyright Sabrina Huggins 2009
Train of Thought
This is a poem about ideas how they come to us and leave us just as quickly just
now as eye began this piece the train of thought has left me standing at the
station in confusion. The epic is gone the best poem ever to be written fled on an
upper berth in the nickelodeon of time in the upper echelon of seldom just gray
matters the ewer has no pitcher handles the morality of life has lost the fight.
Eye am reminded of a skit from the three stooges show when CURLY kept
saying he had fodder for the mudder it was almost more than a young boy could
bear to love in a heart so young the fodder of course was HAY diddle wiggle and
the mudder was the pinto bay.
The elephant ears have not come back to haunt me but there is some smallish
stones that work amid the flys and the insectoid types
There is no reason to cover up my handiwork now gentile reader can you guess
just what this poem was about a train of thought.
They told me things
That left me on memory's wings
Long ago ...
When I write I show
The white eye of the page
Things that my own heart caged.
The almond like a miser
With its nut, the sun like a fire
Stoking my gut,
The journey that dawn my history
Snatched from unmuddled memory
The child playing alone
Pounding stone on stone
His only friend was solitude
And that shaping of him
Is my sum, span and latitude ...
To break the shell of wooden bone
And move the kernel
From its throne,
To the disgust of the sun
Roasting me
Till I was over done
My brother's hands took me out
And served me to my father's eye
So to grandmother I was en route
But I did not cry
Though things were sailing by
The world moving backwards
Leaving the sky
Cradled on my eye.
My mother's heart was snatched that day
It was my fault to play ...
A child at one needs a protecting eye.
It was my first train ride
And the only train I did not break
It was more than a toy
And too big for the sensibility of a boy.
The thing just swallowed up my pride
But I not quake
For I who defeated the sun
Would let my father see his son
Bravely longing
To return to solitude and fun,
I have watched carefully
My solitude when now I play, ruefully.
I sit in the back of a traveling train
The exit to the left guides me to the thoughts in my brain
So hop on board to take a ride
On the train of thought with me to see what's inside
You might not be prepared for what you see
One image starts a thousand mile journey
Of all the years that pass me by
A thousand miles to go until I die
This train offers not a sunset view
Nor a peek of the world layed out before you
The only thing offered like I said
Are thoughts like à hurricane swirling around in my head
For me it's out of sight out of mind
But on this train I'm surprised by what I find
That being said this train isn't to guide
It's to show you memories I store inside
A penny for your thoughts because your thoughts I want to know
As I continue my life, this train will continue to go
I really want to see all that this life has in store for me
Because there's plenty to miss on a thousand mile journey
Someday the pennies for thoughts shall be no more to spend
And this train ride of mine will come to an end
Enjoyed the ride now I'm ready to go
Laying my head on the ground as I rest my soul.
There once was a fellow of Beccles abode
Who tackled a crossword wherever he rode.
But fully absorbed and in deep concentration
The poor chap would rarely alight at his station!
22.05.20