Music Of Thunder

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






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