Nothing but roadblocks railroading my train of thought
A way to move forward has to be on the precipus
My vehicle halted on the road not traveled
Hazard lights illuminate the darkness that surrounds my engine
Unfortunate repairs as I leak black tears
Busted, Mangled, & Torn Apart
I sit parked in the space of my own doing
Longing for the drive that used to spark my...
Plugged into the reflection of what could have been
The change in temperature, heated up my seat of complacency
Once again I am ignited and fueled by doubt
Vroom Vroom....the sound of the beast revived
Vroom Vroom....the growl as it awakes from its slumber
Vroom....the anger is engulfed in bellows
Again! the drive is restored
No longer a swerve but a straight shot
Zooming to the highway of rejuvenation
Waves in my brain
to your cliche songs they entrain
Background music in the store
It takes me over to my core
Others keep looking for merchandise
Or converse with each other to break the ice
But I sing along with nothing to prove
Just taken over by a nonlinear groove.
(chorus)
Waves in my brain like a tidal refrain,
When you can't think, the vacuum's the pain
I sing other people's words, can't think alone
cobwebs grow on a stalling stone
My cortex resonates to the rhythmic beat
I start dancing in the aisles, pounding my feet
It's like I'm under a spell by a witch
As my brainstem resonates to a higher pitch
The people with the white coats come for me
My shrink is puzzled, he just can't see
When your brain is one big empty hall
Music rules it, better than nothing at all.
They were right, I'm just an empty suit
So don't play that piano, guitar or flute
Thinking is hard, But I'm going to be brave
I'll find a way to make my own wave.
“train of thought"
my morning alarm
takes shape in
the form
of the Am
trak 3:
15
whistle
whistling in
the distance but
set on
snooze now
it’s the four : fifteen
I think I won’t write any poems today
Let some ideas fester and come to term
It’s not that I don’t have anything to say.
Many of my thoughts make me squirm
Some ideas, temporarily lost, will return
Let some ideas fester and come to term.
Rarely do I have an idea I totally spurn
Before I lose my creative train of thought
Some ideas, temporarily lost, will return.
Sometimes ideas erupt in full-blown plot,
And I am forced to stop everything to write
Before I lose my creative train of thought.
My experiences are often the poet’s plight
When inspiration strikes with no warning
And I am forced to stop everything to write.
Even when idle, creative ideas are aborning
I think I won’t write any poems today,
When inspiration strikes with no warning
It’s not that I don’t have anything to say.
Written July 11, 2022
This little kid is the best of me
Seems as if sometimes was raising me
Before he was winged was reading peeps
By age 2-3 he was cop blocking
Named him Tahj his life has a plan
He has the heart of a renaissance man
He’s methodical quite particular and
Middle name Micah like a prophet he’s grand
As a single mom I did not play
I was mean, I was kind, I was cray cray
Yet so divine is the power of love
He grew up fine despite times he stays up
The book of Micah is a reader for life sir
It’s a train of thought blue caboose
Took him to Carrowinds for a fun day
He looked at the coaster said “It don’t look safe”
Not many kids would think that way
So water log, bumper cars, arcade in the shade.
20 years later lupus gave me dilemma
Could barely walk lupus sucks I remember
Feeling weak, wrong for being indigo ill
But my number 1 son held it down with chill
The book of Micah is a reader for life sir.
It’s a train of thought blue caboose.
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.
Train of thought
I once saw a golden rose online,
It cost only £20.
For the lifetime of memories,
kissed in gold,
It’s worth the price, isn’t it?
That rose would never wilt,
It would stand there,
Shiny and bold,
All that was needed,
Was just care,
Making sure you tell everyone to be careful near the rose.
And dusting too,
Making sure the rose looks beautiful and sparking as always.
I saw the rose online,
And I thought of you,
And I knew I would never get that rose from you,
For £20 for a lifetime of happiness is too much for you.
Tbh,
It seems like respect for a lifetime of happiness is too much for you too.
Tbh,
I knew you were poor,
I can accept that,
Not being able to meet in fancy places,
Not offering to pay the bill,
Not traveling too far for me.
That’s ok
But it’s your poorness of heart that I cannot accept,
the lack of respect I cannot accept,
and it’s the lack of kindness that I will not accept.
Tbh,
I am confused.
After all, you did warn me.
You warned me of your greediness
Your shallow way of thinking,
Your roughness.
So why am I angry?
I wanted this didn’t I?
I enjoyed it right?
So why am I angry?
Crash
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
So many times I have missed this train
I get to the station just as it pulls away
Leaving me stranded here on rusty tracks
Not sure if it'll ever be back
In the distance I hear the whistle blow
Of the thoughts I once had that I used to know
Holding the tickets that I earlier bought
Now to the long gone Train of Thought
Can't help but think of the times that I've ignored
The conductor as he cries out all aboard
I always seem to be left behind
As the Train of Thought pulls off down the line
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
one day i know i will be only a mere memory to someone like i mirror in the water
i guess these days this is why i smile even though i do not get the same in return
perhaps i will get a free apple pie or a certain percentage off on my next purchase
there are times though where i just want to be loved without having to show the receipt
even as you reply, you are far away from even the furthest point of my hearing range
you have become immersed in monotony's monotonous grip
no matter how my i try to color inside the lines, i always end up being all out of line
there are times though when i just want to love you without having search for any kind of sharpener
here we are now....sighing and rolling our eyes while wishing on previous wishes
there are so many different world that we have become impervious to spinning globes
my heart breaks as images of our love in newly ripened times sneak up on me out of nowhere
there are times when i wish we would just love each other without worrying about directions in which to take
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
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
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