Tuesday, October 27, 2009

This Is Where

This Is Where

 

This is where my seeds are planted,
this is where my thoughts are filed,
this is where I house my visions,
this is where I lose my mind.                           

 

This is where my ghosts are living,
this is where my child was born,
this is where I mourn the lost day,
this is where I dance the dawn.

 

This is where I feed my cattle,             
this is where I starve my pig,
this is where I bury my feelings,
this is where I start my dig.                           

 

This is where the sun is colder,
this is where the moon is hot,
this is where the jazz bleeds pictures,
this is where the rock’s forgot.

 

This is where the smoke is golden,             
this is where the fruit is stained,
this is where I rest my body,
this is where I feel the pain.                            

 

This is where my mind is floating,
this is where my feet are lead,
this is where my life excites me,
this is where I seek the dead.


3 comments:

  1. This is in the process of being recorded by my brother David's band 'The Entity'.

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  2. I imagine this, in performance, going from calm recitation to screaming insanely, but still to the same hypnotic rhythm.

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  3. Brilliant poem Mark. I hope you send it out to the mags as well, because this would be great on stage, but it also deserves the meditational time of a page. So many great juxtapositions and phrases upon which I just stopped for a moment, to dwell.

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