Rain! Poem by anthony rubino

RAIN!
AS IT RAINS, BEGINNING TO POUR,
FLOODING ONE’S MIND WITH FEELINGS OF SADNESS.
WHAT OF THE BREWING STORM,
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING,
HAMMERING THE MIND AT TIMES TOWARDS UNCONTROLABLE MADNESS.

DOWNTHE CURRENTS OF A COLD RIVER,
YOUR MIND BEGINS TO SUFFER AND SHIVER.
WONDERING FROM YOUR MIND WHAT WILL DELIVER!

STRUGGLING TO STAY A FLOAT,
ONE WILL BEGIN TO TIRE,
SEARCHING FOR AIR.
FOR THE MIND NEEDS TO LIVE FOR DESIRE,
INSTEAD SINKING ONLY TO FIND AWAY TO RETIRE!

WAVE AFTER WAVE, HIT BY THE TIDE OF CONFUSION,
HOW DOES ONES MIND HIDE FROMDELUSION,
THE WATERS OF LIFE ARE KNOWN TO HAVE BROUGHT ABOUT CONCLUSION,
FOR ONE’S MIND IS DROWNING BROUGHT ABOUT BY DISLILUSION.

RAGINGRIVERS AND FRIGID ICY WATERS HAVE SWEPT ONE OUT TO SEA.
NOW KEPT IN DARKNESS,
THE MIND FEELS THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO BE!

AS THE STORM WAGERS WAR OUT AT SEA,
A FUNNELRASIES FROM THE POWERS THAT BE.
ONE’S MIND IS NOW ENTERING A BLACKENED TUNNEL,
A WATER SPOUT TOSSING WHATS LEFT OF THE MIND,
INSIDE OUT AND RUNNING ALL ABOUT!

CAGES PRODUCED BY THE SEA,
ARE THEY REALLT THE POWERS THAT BE,
OR ARE THESE THE FIRST STAGES THAT WAS NOT ABLE TO SEE!

SOUGHT DOWN THE BY THE WATERS OF THE SEA,
ONES MIND IS DROWNING IS HE.
BROUGHT DOWNTO TO UNFORGIVING
FORBIDDEN DEPTS OF LIGHTLESS VIOD.
THIS ONES’ MIND SHOULD ALWAYS SEEK TO AVIOD!

THESE ARE THE HURRICANES OF LIFE TO BE,
BROUGHT ON BY POWERS OF THE THREATUROUS SEA,


TO TH E MIND OF ONE, TO THE MIND OF THREE !
IF ONE CAN GET TO THE EYE OF THE STORM,
ONE CAN REVIVE IN O TO SURVIVE,

THE MIND IS TO REST,
TO COMFORM INSEAD OF COMPIETE REFOM!
STAY OUT OF RAIN,
FOR THE MIND DOES’NT LIKE PAIN!
AVIOD THE DOWN POUR,
INSTEAD CLIMD THE HIGHEST MOUNTAINAND REJOICE IN WERE THE EAGLES SOAR!

ONE IS FILLED WITH WHAT IS R IGHT’ D
THE MIND FOR ALL ITS GLORY IS FOR FILLING LIGHT

THE THREATEROUS, SEA OF LIFE CAN CAN WEIGH
THE THREATEROUS SEA OF LIFE, CAN WEIGH ONE DOW N
THE MIND OF IT
S AIR BORN FLIGHTS
ROBING IT OF ITS MOST PRECIOUS, BEAUTIFUL INSIGHTS

ONE WHO DECLINES FROM THE CONFINDS OF THE MIND,
WILL FIND NO COFFINS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE THREATEROUS SEA!

NEEDED THOUGH ARE ALL THESE.
THE THUNDER STORMS AND LIGHTING STRIKES OF PAIN,
THAT IS BROGHT BY THE RAIN!
SO GO TO THE RIVER, DRESS WARML,
SO ONES MINDWILL NOT SHIVER,
AND LET RIVER DELIVER ONE’S SELF TO THE SEA OF LIFE.
FOR WITHOUT ALL THESE ONE’S SELF S HALL N EVER TRULY BE!
BY ANOTHONY RUBINO