© 2005 Tyrone V. Banks
Impure thoughts I cast thee out
To reside on printed media where you can do no harm
With a flick of the hand the ink from my quill
will splash across the page to wash away all doubts.
I cast out the wickedness that has accumulated
And has now maketh it difficult to focus
On the true meaning of this Word craft more commonly referred to as Poetry.
I cast out the wickedness that has accumulated within my unstable mind
And pray that it does not return.
I will try to take those pleasant thoughts that revolved around my psyche – stimulated by a clever dose of caffeine
And hold them captive within my heart
So that when the wicked ones attack
I can defend myself.
As my temper loosens itself from the feeble grasp that I keep
I pray that I can hold on long enough to retract the things that are hurtful and instead say the things that are positive and thoughtful.
I will pray that the critics will see through the words and separate the man from the emotions that are evoked at random.
See through the demonic form of spite that may possess me and help me to see my way out.
I have heard the call of the father and now look to the Shepherd to carry me home.
Through a self imposed darkness of feigned ignorance I trod
In search of a path that I can see as clear as the pages of the Bible that I will consume
For energy and pure thoughts.
Every current of energy will travel the path of least resistance…
I have placed my hand upon the negative
I will soon place my hand upon the positive
As the current will flow and push out the demons and let in the light so that I may finally see the path that I must take.