Memories of a Pirate
Posted on 25. Jan, 2008 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two
Of each thought, I wonder.
The rarity of neither peace or pain,
simple yet fundamental feeling
Of being a rainbow of conclusions,
wonderously blending themselves together.
Each thought is wonder
The creation or the destruction,
the moment of new experience
or forgotten memory
trapped in amber.
Wondering of the thought
With each thought, power of its own
to pleasure or to forget,
the jealousy of doubt and fear,
to build and to break.
I wonder with each thought,
To define the positive,
or discover the negative.
To build the very tool
I need to destroy myself.
To wonder if
I, as a moment within my own mind,
become a memory of what moment comes,
to find myself stolen away,
by the very thief I have become.