At night I prepare for sleep in a soft bed <br />The moonlight beams dance all night <br />Long on the ground, I dig, a slave <br />Shackled to my shovel grasped so tight— <br />In the end I collapsed, dead in my grave. <br /> <br /> <br />(Never neglect these gifts) <br />as I feel the illusion of time unfolding— <br />and swiftly strive to shift and sway <br />in synchronicity with the rhythmic currents— <br />still ever gracious <br />these desires shall subside. <br />Persevering phases and waves of phases <br />There, there <br />Clinging on to self-sacrifice and surrender <br />Your internal gift shining <br />Blindingly you will see it. <br /> <br />Getting closer to apathy than ever before <br />Baptized in these lies <br />I despise your wicked cries <br />And endlessly I flee <br />Seemingly from sympathy. <br /> <br />And still, my humble skiff keeps me alive <br />By never destroying, never weakening. <br />This is the ultimate ride. <br />Oh, my chemical hurricane has ravaged <br />My philosophical oars, my poetic palms, <br />And each brilliant sunrise, each pallid moonlight <br />My heart still forces wounded blood <br />To every burning muscle fiber and back again. <br />Yet still, I can feel the sea consuming me. <br /> <br />Whirlwind of sounds <br />Amorphous and pounding rhythmic <br />Between my temples, <br />And consuming the quiet— <br />(the gentle monotones of my thoughts) <br />invariably yielding a sweet surfacing subconscious; <br />In this I produced this.<br /><br />Josh Terpening<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-night-i-prepare-for-sleep-in-a-soft-bed/
