Slain Brain
That’s an itch,
and this a scratch.
Or are they the same,
perfectly matched?
Minds attached
to a switch,
“Off and On”
a distinctive glitch.
Pitch me a fork,
cork and spoon.
Utensils we use
under one moon.
Tune your piano
to the rain.
Gain your freedom
from slain brain.
26. May 2006 um 10:48
I have to check daily to read all of your poems :)
I’ll try to write one soon, but inspiration doesn’t come daily, unfortunatly…
26. May 2006 um 10:54
When inspiration doesn’t come to you, go to inspiration. :)
26. May 2006 um 15:33
Hey Travis, I really like this one. The first verse is great and I love the part about tuning a piano to the rain. I will definitely be stopping by often. C-ya 8^D
Bob
26. May 2006 um 15:53
Thank you Bob! I’m glad you stopped by. In this poem I was trying to show that we must remove or opinions, discriminations, distinctions and such to live aware, unfiltered, and to realize our oneness.
27. May 2006 um 15:40
Hi Travis, I too like the line…tune your piano to the rain. And, I think an itch and a scratch are perfectly matched!