there is a storm brewing
the winds have begun to stir the trees
i hear the sneaking sounds of the blues
oh no...can it not leave me alone, just for once
for for this winter, for once i could a sunny life lead
tis been so long now and every winter such a bleak tale
if only the storms would be curbed afore they rocked my boat once again.
the mind of a bipolar is a one suffused with raging neurotransmitters, ideas, songs(in this case) and feverish connections. this blog is meant to be just a bystander in that process, a recorder and a playback mechanism-when i or another needs it.the image below is a symbol of the color and the multitude that exist in the brain simultaneously and how one tends to create beauty in spite of the seeming mess.
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
If only at will I could cut in
A terrace or a ridge
On the distant firmament ;
Or sing a hooting melody
Of the sweeping wind;
Or sing the autumnal song
Of the passing skylark;
Or sway noisily
Like the needles of a giant pine.
If only at will I could create
The brilliant splendour
Of the shining sun
‘N immerse it at will
In bosom of angry cloud
If only I could thunder
So the world hear my ring
If only I could be GOD
‘N his splendour I could bring.
19.1.1999
A terrace or a ridge
On the distant firmament ;
Or sing a hooting melody
Of the sweeping wind;
Or sing the autumnal song
Of the passing skylark;
Or sway noisily
Like the needles of a giant pine.
If only at will I could create
The brilliant splendour
Of the shining sun
‘N immerse it at will
In bosom of angry cloud
If only I could thunder
So the world hear my ring
If only I could be GOD
‘N his splendour I could bring.
19.1.1999
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