Pictures In
My Mind
I see my thoughts as
pictures,
yet try to explain them in words,
limited by a set of rules,
bound and strangled by nouns, adjectives
and verbs.
I feel emotions as
intense waves
bombarding my psyche,
and weights upon my soul,
yet try to express them with symbolic
patterns on paper.
I live in a world of
abstracts;
feelings; sensations; moods;
unable to say what is in my thoughts
and being,
as words alone are not enough.
-David
Pekrul-
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The Awakening
A myriad
of sounds invades my dreams,
as my mind tumbles in sweet confusion,
The smoky
whistle of a train winding through the valley,
each shrilling burst growing ever louder
as it approaches the crossings.
Birds
greeting each other with sounds of mass
confusion,
while every now and then a raven complains about the
noise.
The
curtain of traffic; humming; hypnotic; steady;
until it becomes unnoticeable,
blending into the very fabric of the approaching
day.
Then my
weary conscience gives notice to rays of light,
bouncing from wall to ceiling,
then back to wall and coming to rest
upon a mind too tired and groggy to
comprehend.
I try to
fight back, but the sensations overwhelm me,
and I awake to face another day. -David
Pekrul-

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