The lost words never to be found.
Thoughts to make me be profound.
The missing pages of my brain.
The lost images of the insane.
Counter culture and pop icons.
Dealing with the mental dragons.
I should just examine my head.
and not hold the hand that once led.
The mental images lost in yore.
The hidden heart under the floor.
The dreams never to haunt again
and let that final note come to descend.
Try to snatch at the once memory lost
and deal with another day of morning frost.
The missing pages of my contemptable brains.
The unshackling of my mental chains.
No more constant mental strain
while I slip slowly into the profane.

10/16/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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