Reflections of a Superfluous Mind

By Marvin Perkins

Short poems and rhythmic prose from the mind of Marvin K. Perkins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marvin Perkins
• Release date: Aug 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476355153

Marvin Perkins

I am retired from the U.S. Navy since 2003, currently work as a merchant seaman. I write in all types of media,from songs, to poetry, novels as well as short stories.

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REFLECTIONS OF A SUPERFLUOUS MIND

Short Poems and Rhythmic Prose from the Mind

of

Marvin K. Perkins

Smashwords Edition

Published by Smashwords

Copyright 2012 by Marvin K. Perkins

The Song

If I wrote a song for you, the sweet sound would linger in the air, long after the words had past.

Filling the atmosphere with beautiful thoughts and dreams I wish would forever last.

If I wrote a song for you it would be a reflection of our love, a longing thirst and hunger that cannot be quenched easily.

Only passion played through a montage of rhythmic ecstasy, could come close to expressing you and me.

You Walk In Beauty

You walk in beauty, your footsteps tread softly through the clouds, like raindrops or a dewy mist, a gentle shower just begun.

You whisper my name softly and I am aware of your angelic being all around, entwined in the essence of my soul and we are forever one.

The End Was Near Enough To Touch

The dense dark jungle dripped a bright red hue, it swallowed me up whole.

Regurgitated and spit my remnants on a beach, white like bleached bones.

Blue pools of water like eyes the color of the skies sat stagnant and still.

The silence was deafening like an eerie quiet windless day, in the air a chill.

It turned suddenly black the skies foreboding, the sea swept me away.

I felt the end was near enough to touch, it was the darkest of my days.

But as fate would have it I didn't perish but fought the devil who wished me harm.

We dueled for months, sometimes he would win, sometimes I.

Fueled by hot pure passion, I yelled my warriors cry.

I ripped out his entrails, bright red blood squirted from the gaping hole.

He knew his days on earth were numbered, from him I reclaimed my soul.

Defeated he ran away like a dog, between his legs he tucked his tail.

If I'm lucky he'll live the rest of his days, burning in the depths of hell.

Clouds

I fly above the clouds on wings of dreams I have imagined had come true.

The skies are not cloudy, but instead, lost delusions masked in blue.

I revel in my own self importance not knowing how really small I am.

But when I come face to face with the divine, I realize I'm just a man.

Legacy

A boy grew into a man, he reached old age and died.

Such is the way of the world.

His life had no meaning, no one cared that he existed.

What a tragedy, to live