The process of a thoughtA Poem by Kenneth Nicholas LoweThis morning late at night, it dawned Whilst a star lights overcast Like a conscious comprehensive song Unbinding the moments pass The dreary silence of these winter winds Shivers the brittle bones and weary mind Whilst the kernel of convictions is cleared of dust Revealing an inexcusable waste of time As the poisons flow through the tempered veins Intoxicating both body and mind This genocide of the celluloid brain Unearths a perception, we rarely find Unable to comprehend the swelling From torrents of fuel for thoughts Dismissing, the decadents forth coming Breeding contempt for all that was lost In the civil war for the usurped credence As usual see-sawed and obscene The truth has become a weapon And the end justifies the means So thus when the smoke has settled The winner must always lose For most times it is the left wing That open's the healing bruise Upon this, a wave of emotions have centred Your making a stand at the Alamo That's when stars stop wondering Where the hell did he go Then begins the walk of an animal About to be put down And you find yourself crying like a baby Only without a sound The moon begins to hide it's presence Since the tide's have started to ebb While all about is making love Or just wetting their beds Self-Righteousness starts gleaming, As you over-dose with mirror mouthed words And the self pity you've been abusing Has transformed into a bird How could this just happen Since the funeral, so long ago It have must have been the bread crumbs You've been eating off the floor The walls and doors are beating You feel it on your head and fist Until they forgive your mistakes And thank you for the gift When acceptance is now accepted In all mind and body and soul You wash off those blood stains And pull the rabbit out of its hole They left water in the bathtub As you settle with one last sip With the drainage goes those convictions And the deceptions of your bliss Now Venus has brought her treasures All wrapped up in a yellow ball As it starts to unravel your fate Adonis is walking tall He begs for you to follow him On a journey that's swift and bold Or spend your nights looking past the light From desolation row © 2014 Kenneth Nicholas LoweFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorKenneth Nicholas LoweMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutBorn to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..Writing
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