Tom Wheeler


Pretence - Poem by Tom Wheeler

Speed of thoughts like clouds of rain
Storms of confusion, internal interchange
petty designs drain the godless brain
words succinct but out of range

The hologram of existence
A web of language, present and insane
the desire of love and fear of pain
deeply sentimental and dentrimental

Mind sculpture, power of the inner
Who is the winner, who is the sinner
Devise and dispel - you are now alive

This life or the next, the spiritual quest
A parodox, a physodelic freudian test
Can happiness exist, whilst we smile
A betrayal, a mirage - pretence so vile

Mind sculpture, power of the inner
Who is the winner, who is the sinner
Devise and Dispel - you are now alive

Law of least effort, continuing breath
this is must be the place, true perception is left
find the space, be without trace
and be free to fall free from your gods grace

Mind sculpture, power of the inner
There is no winner, there is no sinner
Dispel and devise - you were once alive


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011


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