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OVERRUN

Posted in Fantasy, Poems, Poetry, tagged , , , , on February 20, 2011| 1 Comment »

OVERRUN

2/20/2011

Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn

 

Don’t ask me to stop my mind from rushing forward

don’t look for me to block the flow of thought

gushing words from an unwritten book which ought

to be published freely within my mind

open and unlined the contents seek me out

unseen by all but me they fly at my waking thought

more quickly than control is able to hold in place

they consume the space and leave little behind, no trace

they were there unless I capture and place them on a page

in sometimes a rage of flow where my heart is torn apart

for lack of ability to get it down, to place it where it might be sought

by others before the fading of the day as darkness grows

amid the rush the knowledge lost emptiness sows.

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WAKENED BY A SCREAM

Posted in Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Poems, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , on January 15, 2011| 3 Comments »

Wakened by a Scream

1/13/2011

Gordon Kuhn

Copy Write 2011 by Gordon Kuhn

I was wakened by a sudden scream,

the sound exploded in the darkest hours

engulfed and filled the silent room

silent lit by a full and shining blood-red moon.

I was jerked out,

tumbled out,

forced from a pleasant dream,

to lay in a tormented bed,

in wide eyed surprise,

affright from toe to head,

trying my best how to surmise,

what lay next in life,

did in concealment lie.

In fear then was led.

in silent memory anguish fed,

guilt for sins unleashed to tread

upon issues long thought dead.

Not breathing,

afraid to move.

afraid to live,

afraid to die,

my mind was seething,

afraid the world was passing by,

and no mark upon it had I made,

as if in life,

I had not ever been or stayed.

And listened to my heart,

beating beneath the sheets,

and knew there was,

——no one there,

that I was all alone,

just me,

just me with the moon,

a giant blood-red moon,

silent peeking in the room

the very silent lonely room,

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HOW CAME THIS FEELING

Posted in Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Love, Poems, Writers, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on December 25, 2010| Leave a Comment »

HOW CAME THIS FEELING

12/25/2010

Copy Write © 2010 Gordon Kuhn

How came this feeling of being——alone

set apart from others who seem to easily, openly share

round about me, as I inwardly feel the cool of stone

my timing is so awkward in attempts to find a way to share

and my voice comes to me as though in an emotionless drone

while others seem to shine and with each word spoken there

match the others in easy developed vocal tone

but I feel and fear it is not the same with me

nor ever was, or ever should, or could ever be

but, even still, the feeling lasts that in someway I am——alone.

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IN SILENCE I’M ADVISED TO BE

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 25, 2010| Leave a Comment »

IN SILENCE I’M ADVISED TO BE
12/25/2010
Copy Write 2010 by Gordon Kuhn

In silence I’m advised to be
by those who somehow worry see
for said it is that I expose the inner self
by words said, written, set free by me
to wander off freed from my mental shelf
to wander on, pause, and choose to stay
in place where I might if willing may
place upon the waiting paper page of time
so empty, pure, until I write the ink traced line
and thoughts spill out through the freshly drawn
while others the wish is for me to be withdrawn
by whom then am I advised and told
that I’m far too open, far too bold
and reveal to all, not in fashion of being droll
a wounded, pain filled, tortured soul
and, so, in silence I’m advised, told, warned to be.

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