Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Inside the Cranium

Brewing within a hollow shell
Myriad ideas and ghastly spells

Would that be a witch's cauldron
Smelling of rotten wonders
With a thespian giant's blood drawn
And scented flowers with chameleon-like blunders
The sound of roaring bubbles, the hisses and the splutter
So much hustle and vainglorious bustle
To make a heart so wildly flutter
Or a hand commit murder at the sound of a whistle

Maybe genuinely add to the work of the universe
Through sheer creativity flowing like rivers

And suddenly not a sound
Was it the coal, or was it faking eternity for a life time-bound!