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Inerrant Ramblings of a Beatnik Lost in Time

Poetry By: Graeme Montrose
Poetry



A poem of the mind


Submitted:Mar 7, 2010    Reads: 78    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


Beatnik Lost in Time
Philosophical quagmire
Of spiritual enlightenment
Breaking smashing
Chains of Systems forge
Drug induced transcendental doors
Leading into hidden caverns of the mind
Where illusions turn to stone
Dreams become reality
I hear strains of Parker
Numbing the mind setting the spirit free
Like a 'Bird' playing his life to the full,
A bird on the wire seeing what others don't
Silence is a note we sing
The beginning and the end
All from it doth come and to it go
Listen, listen, listen!
Light and darkness colours life
Transcending all the arts
Poetry, painting, music, life itself
Coloured from the brush
We measure life through spectrums scale
Seeing all life's hues
We hear life through its many tones
Understanding all life's shades
Ginsberg's rips within my mind
Stirring up the dregs
Scum and froth they overflow
Leaving life's pure thought
The essence of a traveling soul
Climbing rainbow stairs
Stellar walkways through life's pain
Exploding rhapsody
Golden trims on emerald robes
Blood red drops on whitened snow
Whispers through the midnight hour
Colours all around
Scents of lilac and of rose
Notes that dance in jigs and reels
Spinning in an ice blue hall
Love surrounds us all
Dancing in the starlight ball
Lovers kiss while spectres call
Spiced red wine with apple pie
Glowing all around
Whispers in the cold still air
Memories flow like river wild
Pictures of a puzzle large
Life surrounds us all
Riding crests of silver waves
Flying neath the racing stars
Singing, dancing in the clouds
Dreams of yesteryears
War and strife and death and pain
Conflict rages hearts are strong
Warriors - prisoners of the wars
Chaos amongst men
Children lost to innocence
Evil tendrils snatch, devour
Misty threads of darkness creep
Holding fast each one
Whispers yell within my thoughts
Blood turns cold as ice
Frozen neath the burning sun
Lost in webs of sand
Twisted fingers crying out
Actions thus have cadged me in
Freedom but a thread away
Yet nowlost in time
Prophet of the dead now gone
Slipping through in waves of time
Senses dulled and calloused now
Traveler through life's fog
Drowning under quietness
Soul cries out reflects on life
Opening windows to starlight
Riding moonbeams in the sky
Entering folds through gaps in time
Whispering secret thoughts of rhyme
Twirling sand in outer realms
Mingling now through time
Sparkling raindrops lost in space
Music notes I ride upon
Mystic of the Sufi's song
Preparing now the dance
Smoking reefers, music beats
Poet drifts through inner realms
Mind expanded dreams can wait
Beatnik lost in time




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