coffee with two sugars

[pk.]

sometimes it's hard to sit back and watch the hands of your mind re-arrange the false world you were born into.


the outside is heartless
monkeys running about in suits
collecting money ruthlessly, daily, infinitely
my heart is on my sleeve
and I'm trapped in my room
a window lets the light in
and the wind pushes the dream catcher above my bed
sell your soul
or trap yourself
rot away full of love, in a tiny room
while the outside goes about business
keep your brain washed
don't mix the colours
patch your broken soul my dear friend
even if you don't know how
i hear your heart
it screams beneath your mind
i hope the cycles become apparent
and your mind turns around
but i cannot wait
or hold your hand
grap onto something, anything; tightly
and move down to the floor with me.

 

[herbavore]

PK, I love this! Yes, it's the act of grabbing on that holds the power---the change is the something.

 

[pk.]

Thanks for the kind words =)

The problem still remains for me... what to hold onto in this modern world, so spiritually devoid...

 

[herbavore]

Art!

and compassion.

 

[pk.]

compassion always =)

I guess Art is a vocation for such =)