Crash the waves upon my scull
A sea too large to hold
In the confines of a boney prison cell or dome?
A sea too rough
The man to tame to float atop

Listen to the ocean roar
A soothing nirvana-like chaos
It echoes the sounds of music
It knows only the sounds of music

As a guitar has to be the extended pianos key
The music an extended earth reality
What greater than the universe
Can lurk inside my head?

11/20/2009

Author's Note: This is the first poem I've written that I haven't had the urge to delete. It's also the first I've written sense I've changed my perspective on a lot of things, and also actualy have begun to study poetry. what do people think?

Posted on 11/21/2009
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