The GOD Within, poems and paintings by: Keith McHugh

My brain is swirling,

Sounds are Twirling.

Thoughts are things,

Little balloons on strings.

Floating through the mind,

Hoping to find,

a place to land,

And attach,

To implement their plan.

Silently doing what they can,

Plotting the direction.

Changing your perception,

to be the first of your selection.

Bobbing and bouncing along,

They keep playing their song.

So you keep grasping,

Hanging on to a Ring of things.

All waiting to be Chosen,

Spoken.

Gaining power,

Hour after Hour,

Waiting to devour your attention.

Filling the ones you mention,

giving them a new dimension.

Now feeling their pull,

You start fighting.

Your grasp is tightening,

to frightened to let go.

They gain the control,

And become the whole show.

Things are taking a toll,

A shadow over running the Soul,

Floating with no direction,

Until you let GO.