Bury the Thought

 

 

Bury the thought

If soulful eyes tell all

You could see

ME

Shattering of bone

Splits beneath muscle

While tissues bleed

Internal infliction

Of weeping dreams

Crushed in a moment

By hands holding no purpose.

                

Roaming silent lands

Fullness in my belly

Emptiness in my heart

The smile, the smile

A natural reaction

Instinctive denial

Where thirst does not quench

Smile none the less

While memory will travel

Exploiting the internal unrest.

 

Dig, dig, dig

Deep

Lower gently into moist earth

Soothe, persuade, beseech

As you sell your dreams

Bury the thought

Your not really here at all

Cradling internal infliction

Addiction

Confliction

Silly little girl

Chasing madness

In a killer world

Of decisions

Of spew, violence

One hundred million voices

Daily reminding you

You’re selling your soul

To those who don’t love you

No no...............

Bury the thought

As you cover the earth.   

Reviews

[Touché Armada]

What to say? Who doesnt see you? This I feel was rushed this time Bubo, I'm not sure why but it seems that way, or did you cut this of your natural color on purpose?
It seems negative at first as Lula said however...........................

Chasing madness
In this killer world
Of decisions
Of spew, violence
One hundred million voices
Daily reminding you
Youre selling your soul
To those who dont love you

"No no

Bury the thought
As you cover the earth."

You right at the end say No no, bury the thought as you cover the earth.
Dont take on board too much of what people say?
I'm not really clear with this write,,,,,,,,, sorry.

[Brad]

layered...i like this peeling back little by little whilst the writer is trying to cover

[Robin]

this piece is alive , a proclamation , a map to where "X" marks the spot of that treasure within you .

[Joanna Maharis]

This is such a sensual yet dark piece with a composition of beautiful images. I'd also like to ad that in every so many words I read, I could feel spurts of the narrator's pain.

[Prudence Desideria]

"Chasing madness
In this killer world
Of decisions
Of spew, violence"

And a whole lot of other lines just hit so right... Wow, you ramble and it turns out amazing, eh? This is such a heavy piece, framed with a sense of non-innocence and saddened knowledge, but also with this hopeful little tinge of awareness. I don't know, I'm probably making very little sense. I really loved it though (sorry for taking so long to get to it)... Thank you for putting your amazing works out for people like me to see and be affected and inspired by...

Love
Prue

[Norma J. Jessee]

I'm sorry it has taken me so long to review this, I'm slowly working my way through the requests.

This is very intense, very powerful.We all take a chance when we bare our souls, and every one of us is chasing dreams of our own, some will find them other's won't but you are dearly loved by so many of us who read your work and love it. The artist and the poet are detached from " normal" life ---- to their own sorrow, often, and to others profit. They submit fragments of their inner world, bits of dreams and visions and songs that those----out there---- do not hear except as the artist or poet translate them. Thank you for sharing this. You write beautifully.

[Rodney Ray Hatchell / U..]

Well I have to disagree with the no one love you,,I love you and it is said if you give love you'll receive. Which I am sure you do.. I never write in this style, because I think we open up doors for Lucifer can come in and try us in what manner you put down on paper or in word. He has nothing he can attack us with until we let him know our fears. I am praying for you and I love your writing but some should be hide in the closet so the Nut Satan can use them on us. Love you always,Rodney

[David P. Eckert]

Bury the thought, perhaps. It sounds more like burying our own selves in order to love and live in the world.

David

[Mastermind]

I think we all know someone like this...or are playing this part ourselves. I like the constant references to death and burial, because that's exactly what's happening: people lose their true selves after playing a part for so long, and most of the time they can never really find themselves again. Lovely, just lovely, another great work from the great Bubo.

[Doug]

Roaming silent still lands
Reeling in raging hurricane
Fullness in my belly
Emptiness in my heart

this stanza captured the internal struggle of our time. there is nothing in the world that can satisfy our souls better than love. in fact, i would go as far to say that love is the ONLY thing in this world that can satisfy our souls. material goods don't matter to us if we aren't loved. our world is "reeling" in its pain and "roaming" in search of love. this was an awesome poem. i hope that others hear your voice. this message needs to be heard.

[Erotic Goddess]

A natural reaction
Instinctive denial
Where thirst does not quench
Smile none the less

I love the way that you format this whole piece, and the bolded sections bring our attention to the exact place where you want it. You did a great job writing this and as always I stand here in awe of your amazing writing. I know that it is not always easy to write things so powerfully as you are able to. You are one of the most read writers on here and there is a reason for that! Thanks Deni.

xxoxx
Goddess