How many revolutions per minute,
doth my frail heart dare to commute?
Its denizens topple and rise new power,
whilst its gears keep spinning, hour by hour.
One, my mind has secured the throne,
It is filled with but logic's steady drone.
Forsaking the pains of an emotional life,
I have given up joy for a loss of all strife.
Two, the agents of love doth arise,
and force my mind into compromise.
My heart now has love, but cannot dare to err;
lost to idle notions, my mind dare not fare.
Three, the emotions of life, shackled by reason,
forsake my mind in an act of high treason.
My heart leads the way, in search of great joy,
Yet I have found it is just pain's quick toy.
Four, all that's left is a shred of a life,
searching for peace among all the strife.
It falls back to reason to order the chaos,
that unrestrained love soon had all gave us.
A cycle of torment our lives can't dispute,
leaving us to find but a new way to suit
to the only machine that loses no power,
the one that turns all of our great hopes sour.
Great stuff man!! Good to see you will be able to contribute to the blog. I really liked how you started with the image of something spinning, and ended with the same thing. I
ReplyDeleteA great first work; heck, a great work period. I also really liked the parallelism of the spinning images. You have great potential, and as your rhythm and rhyme improve with time, you will get even better; you're already well ahead of where I was when I started.
ReplyDeletethrilled that you are part of this dimensional and highly creative group of expressive group of people ! keep flowing !...
ReplyDeleteBraden's Grandmother, Jan
p.s. didn't mean to type 'group' twice !....what I meant ! to say:
ReplyDelete'highly creative group of expressive people' !
period.