Music Of Thunder
Never asked… Always Controlled
Directed… Ruled… Told
Told…Read the map… Over plan
Told… Disappointment waits in dreams
Told… Never cry… Never scream
Told… Fallow the signs
In another man’s perfect design
At the preconceived speed
…But never…Never…Never…Say the word…free…
Told…Only the wind is allowed to be free
As it dances to
…The music of thunder…
But always in the fringe and fray
Of a mind smothered in preconceived gray
A man knows… But denies his right
To fly free… Free of the decree
Of never
Fly free… Of order and straight lines
Fly free… Of the weight of on time
But deep inside… Freedom hides
Even a controlled man knows
That when his ashes blow
In the wind… The madness will end
Then his soul will float and blow free
Free… like a wild flooding river
Only then… Will
Freedom be delivered
Whispers From The Cemetery
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 