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Shift
Turning up, twisting down, Feel the motion all around. Rhythm driving people thriving, Suddenly a ----> shift. Arm moves up, arm moves left, Digital diamond never cleft. Eyes are closing, people posing, Suddenly a ----> shift Slip of mind, twist of fate, Moving sound, minds create. Inspiration, hesitation, Suddenly a ----> shift. Loudly laugh, softly scream, Life so much more than a dream. Joyful laughter, really after, Suddenly a ----> shift. |
Rush
In a game of sport or life-and-death, The body tries to prove it’s best. As training now comes to the fore, The mind is there to turn the oar. But somewhere deep inside the man, The body cranks up its own plan. Now ecstasy and focus come to play, And you could go on for all day. Playing soccer, kicking, running, Shooting baskets, rowing, hunting, Passions flowing with their tags, Of little chemical carrying bags, And the mind is sent all way up high, So the body seems to fly. Thus for a moment you can feel, As though your whole was made of steel. |
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Addiction Why is this wired within my walls? Without even substance to soothe the falls? Defeating something distant lain, Charming away the snake again. Fear of something simpers close, Leaving limply and morose, How can someone find their freedom, Within the mess of mass delirium? This is an uncanny power, That strikes at any godless hour. Something sent by demon dross, Sneaking through like dental floss. Addiction to just about anything, Suppresses things that should never have been, And leaves the victim vying vainly, Thinking of something ungainly. Look out, he cries, lest you be caught! But people listen to him not, They like to be in turmoil fraught, Look what man hath wrought! Tearfully the wreckage resurfaces, Amidst the brilliant broken waves, That once were symphonies of sweet innocence, And now lie there in fallen decadence. Brightness came with every touch, And it didn’t seem to hurt too much, But then it came upon a crux, And the fatal blow was struck. Like an inescapable gorge, Wrought in the chemical neural forge, Comes the thief of normality, And the brightness cannot be. There is only one escape, That a man can hope to make, Take the road that’s hard to tread, Take back all control of your head. Take the reins and mould your mind, Pray that God your self will find, Pick the broken pieces up, Try to rebuild the shattered cup. Drink the bitter medication, That defies inebriation, Remove the fetters of the darkness, And perhaps you’ll find the end of starkness. The clincher is the clause of proof, That you must ever keep the truth. You cannot for a moment relive temptation, Or you’ll fall back in your intoxication. - this is about pretty much any kind of addiction that you can experience. I think everyone in this world whether they know it or not is addicted to something that is slowly killing them, be it mind or body or spirit. Perhaps these addictions are what hold us here at all. I just watched an episode of Stargate that was dealing with the issue in a roundabout way and it was done very powerfully, representing just how terrible an addiction can be for not only the one who suffers directly, but also for the ones close to them. I suppose this was a little long but I wanted to include the hopeful part at the end that deals with freeing yourself from an addiction. It doesn’t have to be drugs or physical things that can become a fixation, an addiction, that overcomes all good judgement unless that person brings it in check. |