shimon weinroth

The Other Butterfly Effect - Poem by shimon weinroth

there is a ripple in my mnid
bound over by other waves
there is a rumbling in my mind
in search of the drowning ripple

that might turn into a crease, wrinkle,
crack the smooth surface,
slowdown the flow, the stream of thought
gather other derbis and multiply,

pulse with impulses, distort the memory
create illusions, delusions of bias and hate
the ripple lies, at the bottom of my lake
spewing venom and mistake,

the ripple having grown lives on its own
takes charge of other thoughts
builds a bank of memories of distort
emotions of the ripple eat up reason

indigest the mind with ill logic of a kind
the ripple becomes a cancer and destroys
other thoughts of the mind so contagious
creates the wastelands from a burbling

brook of venom, streams to rivulets
flows to the sea, polluting oceans,
thank heavens acquired thoughts
are not inherited

but the ripples of a contamnated ecology
are food for thought,
the next time you feel a ripple
smother, kill the serpent in its egg,

don't let it get the better of you
of its kind
can bring peace of mind

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 16, 2008

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