We have incoming,
A soundwave invasion,
Harmonic vibrations,
Don't change the station,
Embrace the sensation.
Come, ride that wave in,
Invoking all emotions,
The ocean of notes,
A potent healing potion.
Music is my Medicine,
Tones start sinking in,
Notes are singing,
Bringing peace.
Ringing,
Through existence,
Releasing,
The resistance,
Trapped in my mind.
Music is my Medicine,
The Rhythm moves on in.
Fingers start dancing,
My feet are moving,
My body gets grooving,
Feeling the Flow.
My heartbeat grows,
I begin to let go,
And enjoy the show.
Music is a Mastermind,
Holding it's secrets behind,
This complex design.
It's power confined,
Refined,
Keeping us defined.
Words over and over,
Rattling through the mind.
Patterns, now hard to find.
We are masterminds.
We can be cunning,
But sometimes, we need a break from deception.
They wonder about that.
We smile less, and act as tired as we feel.
Standing with them at the crosswalk.
We never cross, we never trust green lights.
All us masterminds…
Hesitate too long…
Get left behind.
We can try to be cunning.
But sometimes that’s all they need.
To find us out.
Alone twiddling their thumbs,
the chaotic mastermind
sat in eternal quander of why
they never really had any sort of control
at all;
Undisciplined and oblivious
ringing in the air like bells
the mastermind’s thoughts stood clamoring
as he remained locked in silence;
A safety net of disconnect;
Chaotic Mastermind
you’re not deep you’re flying;
You’re not sharing a message
you’re high;
Quiet comes from peace with yourself
Mastermind;
Partying loud is just a distraction
from all the noise inside your head;
Be ok with alone twiddling those thumbs,
there is nothing you need to ponder;
Life just multiplies the mysteries;
In the end you don’t control anything at all.
The mind is consciousness and brain is mastermind
Brain is writer and brain is fighter
Brain is fear and brain is tear
Brain is smile and brain is dear
Brain is cab and brain is a lab
Brain is beam and brain is the theme
Brain is one and brain is a team.
Catacombs of memories..swirl.
Fusions of light..
Wisp frantically..
Playing with my brain.
Serpents dance to the sound.
the sound of peace in my mind.
Smokey visions of angels in blue.
Violins enchant.
Orchestra sounds..
Jesters practice for the King.
A Camel lays in the sand.
The sun's last radiance..
pierce the darkened sky.
Salt in the sea breeze..
I breathe.
I duck into the tent.
Lantern's glow and candles flicker.
Golden lights and Stain glass..
rushing passed me.
I am fleeing down the Cathedral concrete hall.
Must I get away?
Who are they?
Why do they chase me?
I SNAP awake..heart racing.
I smile..
hoping to return again..
I close my eyes.
Fantastical our minds...
MASTERMIND
Catacombs of memories..swirl.
Fusions of light..
Wisp frantically..
Playing with my brain..
Serpents dance to the sound..
the sound of peace in my mind.
Smokey visions of angels in blue.
Violins enchant.
Orchestra sounds..
Jesters practice for the King.
A Camel lays in the sand.
The sun's last radiance..
pierce the darkened sky.
Salt in the sea breeze..
I breathe.
I duck into the tent.
Lantern's glow and candles flicker
Golden lights and Stain glass..
rushing passed me.
I am fleeing down the Cathedral concrete hall.
Must I get away?
Who are they?
Why do they chase me?
I SNAP awake..heart racing.
I smile..
hoping to return again..
I close my eyes.
This poem is dedicated to all the amazing poets here on Poetrysoup!!
The poet mastermind
Is back again - Beware!
She’s got her pen, and thriving muse
for poetry - her lair.
She puts her pen on paper,
And words begin to flow.
Her sentences, are one by one,
starting to shape and grow.
They then turn into verses,
only a part of the masterpiece
which eventually becomes a poem -
and your wonders begin to cease.
Her brain is as sharp as a knife,
Her poems leave you amazed.
And words are just not enough
to have her completely praised.
Written and posted 8th May 2014
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