Monday, June 25, 2007

Brain Washed

How did that stuff get into your head?
What makes you think you'd be better of dead?
Those thoughts can destroy,
They can kill they can maim.
Why not take them
And warm them with flame
Of more positive things!
Form follows thought.
Your intentions have wings
Which carry your life to the very same things
That fill up your head.
You think you've no choice,
Like you've been taken captive;
You obey the voice
Which over and over says things to you.
It relentlessly chatters!
Sometimes it will spew!
It's goal to disarm you of thoughts pure and true.
It makes you a victim;
you get stuck in it's glue!

c. 2005 - Kate McGahan

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