Brainstorm

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Look to the horizon

To see what’s on my mind

A tempest always brewing

Ideas like locusts swarm

Among synaptic waves

High pressure front

Bringing dark clouds

And the promise

Of heavy rain

 

 

Dark side of the moon

Fills many a night sky

As the light cannot be seen

Through a thick smoky cloud

While a dead calm envelops

The thoughts of a madman

Written in a diary

And kept under

Lock and key

 

 

Purple haze has been gone

Far too long to recall

The peace it once brought

Replaced by frenetic energy

That brings on lightning

While thunder rolls

From front to back

As lucidity is executed

By electrocution

 

 

To capture lightning

Inside a whiskey bottle

Wasn’t the brightest idea

As such energy stored

Will surely strike twice

Deadlier than before

With cunning, ruthless intent

And with nothing to stop it

From finding ground

 

 

So now as yet another storm passes

Leaving its destruction as a toll

I am left to pick up the pieces

So that I can start once again

To forge another fortress

Standing in command of all evil

That dares to infiltrate

This revived temple

Of creative control

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24 responses to “Brainstorm

  1. A storm does indeed excite to life
    But a storm every night would kill the muse
    walking in serenity above the ocean
    in the peace that transcends all understanding
    creates a quiet reflection to bring up the waves
    swirl the whirlpool and infect the gaze
    reviving life, love and purple haze

    • Thanks dear friend. Without the stormy weather my mind would be a dull and barren wasteland. While the storms do truly suck, they give way to all kinds of cool creative ideas. Thanks as always for reading and commenting. Love hearing from you here from time to time.

      • That’s a good outlook you have there, my friend. We wouldn’t be who we are without our storms but sometimes, when the storm feels like it will last for centuries, I try to kick it with Skinny Pirates….maybe that would help you too?

      • Sadly no. Think Lynyrd Skynyrd lyrics. “I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around…..” just seemed to get me in trouble. Now that ship has sailed and I prefer to stay on dry land except for the occasional yacht excursion. LOL. Yacht……my budget it’s more like a dinghy. LMAO. Keep those Skinny Pirates in line CBXB. Somebody has to. Be well friend

  2. Reblogged this on Underground Energy and commented:
    A storm does indeed excite to life
    But a storm every night would kill the muse
    walking in serenity above the ocean
    in the peace that transcends all understanding
    creates a quiet reflection to bring up the waves
    swirl the whirlpool and infect the gaze
    reviving life, love and purple haze

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