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The Buzz
Thoughts enter my brain through my ears,
From listening to people, from television.
The swirl of random thoughts overload me,
Roaring in my head is a low frequency buzz.
Deaf to logic, to reason, dulled to my principals;
The sound of the words assaults my peaceful mind.
Overtaking me is this twister, stripped of my sanity,
Hanging on to the anchor within, but I hear the buzz.
I dive deep into my soul and dip out a large measure,
Pouring the crystal clear water of life over my head.
Ahh… sweet, sweet water of life, a temporary stillness;
Finding my bearings in the quiet, releasing the fears.
The buzz pulls me into the depths of it's hypnotic daze;
Controlling my brain like that a zombie, I spread the buzz.
Unwillingly, I have become an agent of destruction ,
The buzz controls, spin doctors dominate, I am a drone.
Captured by my very own ego's desires to be in control,
The ego is easily manipulated by this underlying buzz.
Running to a deserted darkened corner, I find solitude;
Hiding from the buzz, my soul refuels me once again.
With awareness, I begin to awaken from this deception,
My eyes see the buzz for what it is as it now stands naked.
No longer menacing or powerful, it becomes strangely muted;
Victory comes from within the soul when battling the buzz.
11Aug09
Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades
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