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Mystical Transmissions
by Mark Maxey
Words echo in the space between your ears
Static transmissions filter out the truth
Etheric utterances meant for you
Go unnoticed
Twisting clogging clutter
resonates rhythms that backfire
awaiting a mechanic of sorts
unnoticed pain screams out silently
opportunities exist but desire forbids expression
untrusted unwilling thoughts beat back dreams
night dreams awake you in heat
rushing and reaching for coolant
when you need to feel the warmth
denied expressions block the transmission
driving aimlessly down familiar roads
while repetitious sounds prevent hearing
mystical transmissions meant for healing
their echo deliberately filtered out
mystical transmissions lost in space and time
rusted parts slowly die
that were built to last forever
to carry you further on the path
waiting for their release
sacred ground left as a desert
that offers soothing water
waiting for the receiver
to find the ears of hope
10/31/2010 Posted on 10/31/2010
Copyright © 2024 Mark Maxey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/01/10 at 03:18 PM Gorgeous imagery. It's just one beautiful snapshot after another in this thing. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/02/10 at 11:36 AM I like the alliteration of "clogging clutter", and even though you wrote "twisting" before them, I heard "clanging" :)) |
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