Talk

Meditate, don't be late,

I'm crying on the solace moon.

Time to change,

to rearrange,

my mind and all I doubt.

Drift away,

place I stay,

acknowledge that I'm there to play.

Knots are tied,

Minds did lie,

my thought erupts today.

Distant lands inside myself,

Reels of movies past.

Such pain of horror,

terror and sore,

a conscious move I do absorb.

Stay in this place,

relish the face,

no disgrace, 

I'm amazed.

My mind is soft,

my thought is rock,

my music playing is just called talk.

K.A.P.

5/16/2009