Cycle of Questions

George.Wright · Post by **George.Wright** » Thu Apr 29, 2004 3:01 am

and the prayer wheel turns around
and clatters and clatters with it's clicking sound
and the covens around Thrace
do push themselves right into your face
and the white horse kicking at the air
does replicate the devoid and stupid android stare
and what is here and what is there?
are we really at the circus and the funfair?
and what raised us from the ape?
was it the acrid sour taste of the forbidden apples and grapes?
and the fruit of the pineal gland
does it cut through the crap and really understand?
and the long winding silver cord?
is it really the fishing line to the Lord?
and the golden bowl?
is it the ideal of our real goal?
and the small matter of time and space?
it only wrinkles and scours our face
does the spirit really go on?
or does our ego really set upon?
and the deep wells?
are they our own version of heaven and hell?
and the prayer wheels keep clicking their sounds
it takes for eternity for them to go around and around
Georges

Copyright: George Wright 2004

Epurcelly · Post by **Epurcelly** » Thu Apr 29, 2004 5:50 am

Hey George, this is very good. I am very distracted but will return for a deeper read.

George.Wright · Post by **George.Wright** » Thu Apr 29, 2004 10:46 am

Thanks for your positive comments, Ep. I hope you return for your perusal.
Georges

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Mon May 03, 2004 1:18 am

George you are on a quest. Bye the way, I find that Hell is other people. As I wrote in response to your latest recent poem, 'Death Trip,' you are delving deeper. Carry on. Thanks for this one.
Best regards from Byron.

George.Wright · Post by **George.Wright** » Mon May 03, 2004 9:30 am

Byron like a good mole, we cannot stop digging.
Thanks for your comments.
Georges

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Mon May 03, 2004 8:24 pm

George, you an' me, we keep on diggin,' but we ain't diggin fer oil.