Aum: I’m ‘starving’ almighty One!
Drums beats pounding, thy will be done
Cymbals clanging in my ear holes
Bang my gong, hit my singing bowls
Rattle my senses, beat my blocks
Strike upon my dark vocal box
Sound the sirens! Honk your car horns!
Ringing phones like a crown of thorns
‘Mr. Tambourine’ plays for me —
The sounds of truth setting me free.
Is my world too noisy for you?
Please be happy not ‘Song Sung Blue’.
Who said there is anything wrong?
If I am right, please sing me your song.
You alone need to take a hint.
Don’t mess with my fiery flint.
Illusions of reality
Thanks for your finality
I want to run but cannot hide.
I know you are my inner guide.
Another long-head but resounding poem with eight syllables.
Author’s note: Started out with four quatrains and then added four more lines about percussion instruments and more philosophy; hence the title of soft ‘cushions’ needed to plug the ears from going deaf due to loud music.
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