Attic of the Mind
By lupus tenebrae
If love conquers summits, then what of the sea?
How can devotion prove the powers that be?
It’s just a statement,
and a liquid resolve
fleeting for nowhere, in attempts to dissolve.
What’s an oasis in a deserted heart?
What motivation’s calling
back from the start?
Matter regression is a joy to observe;
dust
into ashes and the embers preserved.
Money for movement is a crippling
treat
for all the misers, who would covet their feet.
If love
conquers summits, then what of the sea?
How can devotion prove the
powers that be?
It’s just a statement, and a liquid resolve
fleeting for nowhere in attempts to dissolve.
What is a mission
when it never succeeds?
Is it a failure with the will to proceed?
Candy is promise, as to sweeten the deal
with devil designs that
will never repeal.
Talent for soldiers, as they’re verbal in war,
words are their ammo, and their souls to the core.
It’s never
the end when you still see the sky
blue as a puzzle to the dizzying
eye.
If love conquers summits, then what of the sea?
How can
devotion prove the powers that be?
What’s an oasis in a deserted
heart?
What motivation’s calling back from the start?
Time
is a nuisance when you shuffle through junk,
vanity christens every
ship to be sunk.
Mind in the attic, and instead of a ditch
sheltered
in cartons, so it buries the rich.
What is a message when it doesn’t
make sense?
Is it so funny, at the thinker’s expense?
What’s
never learned in approximate thought
is only to gain every answer
you sought.
If love conquers summits, then what of the sea?
How
can devotion prove the powers that be?
Author's Note:
*Repost* My licentia rhyme, and a rather approximate one at that.Comments on "Attic of the Mind"
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A former member wrote:
Beautiful just beautiful...well penned and the rhyme are awesome...every stanza captivates me great display of talent here...keeps on! I enjoyed it...and thank you for sharing your art.
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A former member wrote:
The ability to question everything, truely is what makes us all unique in one way or another. Marvelous!
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A former member wrote:
The title caught my eye, it reminded me of what a philosopher might have said, but I do not remember who. oh well. I loved the lyrical freedom & yes being a thinker and an actual human being who is alive and breathes, questions instead of being stone dead in most of the brain. This is good stuff!
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On Thursday, February 16, 2012, dwells
(4179) wrote:
Some unique and powerful questions you pose here, especially fond of several in the last stanza. Well done Wolfie!
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On Thursday, February 16, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...deep & penetrating...'words are their ammo': a descriptive phrase for a writer of your caliber...