Writings - Poetry - 2006

The hum
Inside my skull
Ringing echo
Condense me now
Pull all my amative, emotive queries
Inside out
Don't let me down
I am not so sure where I stand now
Full of want for things I've found

This hum
It is so loud
Wraps my nerves
Around and around
Into a twisted contortion tensed and wound
I've chased such thoughts, but they confound
This hum grows deep
And my head pounds

This pulse
Moves me through time
Counting the seconds of my wonderings
Over and over it seems
If only I could say what's on my mind
I might see light upon my dreams
If ever I knew what they were
What they mean
Those sights would be words
Would be answers
So to speak
Would they give me up to a moment?
So I might speak
I suppose I might never know
While I stay weak

But this hum
Reverberates my whole
Sends wreaking balls through
All the things I know
All the things I believe
This hum repels
And boomerangs
Sends a twirl through out my brain
Makes me do such strange things
I would hope you could see through this
See the motive
Or see the wish
See my pinnacle attempt to reach
See the words I try to speak
See the hum that makes me think.