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If you play your cards right, I might come and dance on your grave tonight.

A doubting dungeon of tricks on the mind,
fucking, mindfuck, all of the time
passing me by like there’s no tomorrow,
ending in doubt of my mindless troubles
tricks of trickery play on the mind,
a doubting dungeon of mud and slime.

A game of games I wish not to play,
all the same as I kick dirt my way
I taste the tasteless Earth against my tongue
it’s not as good, though I’ve succumbed
backwards, backless, back I go
where my mind doubting dungeons flown.

Categories: Poetry
Tags: #Life

Comments (14)

  • AudreyHowitt (@AudreyHowitt) . March 27, 2012 . Reply

    Great flow and word choice in this piece–really nice!

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 28, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you so much, Audrey! This piece was scribbled on paper when I got fed up with doubting. 😐

  • brian miller . March 27, 2012 . Reply

    dude, i hate mind trips…and we do it to ourselves a lot…and our mind does become its own dungeon trapping us in thoughts…

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 28, 2012 . Reply

      I hate them too, Brian! Trapping me in thought for days, and it’s usually not “good” thoughts. But, I push them out of the way and move on. You’ve got to, or else you’ll be in that dungeon for the rest of your life.

      Thanks for stopping by!

      🙂

  • Chazinator . March 27, 2012 . Reply

    Doubts take away so much vitality and zest for life. Your words here have the circular motion that doubts about self have, circling round and round an obsessive thought. Very compact and expressed with a growing sense of horror.

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 28, 2012 . Reply

      I’m always thinking, obsessing, and doubting. The horror will grow and grow until it’s out of control. Hopefully one day I’ll grab it by the throat.

  • Gay . March 28, 2012 . Reply

    The repetition here enhances the doubt, and the doubt is as tasteless as the tasteless earth. It grabs us at unsuspecting times. I wonder if anyone is entirely free of it. I don’t think so. It’s a shadow I think that follows us. Well done.

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 28, 2012 . Reply

      I don’t think we’ll ever be completely free of doubt. It’ll show its face when we least expect it. I hope the shadow fades soon. Thank you Gay, and thank you for stopping by!

  • jacqueline dick . March 28, 2012 . Reply

    Yup. this one resonates with me..Doubt is a toxin, tainting every aspect of one’s life. I like the rhythm and flow of this poem and the alliterative doubting dungeon. Nice!

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 28, 2012 . Reply

      You’re absolutely right Jackie! Doubt is a toxin, tearing us apart slowly and loving every second of it. Thank you, and thank you for stopping by!

      🙂

  • Natasha . March 28, 2012 . Reply

    Brad…I thought this was just freaking awesome! Been in those places alot lately and this resonates well with me. Down with doubt…for once, let’s just do what we were born to do…and let the real world chips fall where they may. Issuing a Poetic Fistpump on this one!

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 29, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you so much Natasha! I’ve been there a lot lately as well. But, I’m crawling out of the Hole of Doubt, slowly. Well, working on it. It’s going to take some time, but I believe it can be done! You’re right though, we should just let the chips fall where they may!

      Thank you for stopping by!

      🙂

  • ayala . March 28, 2012 . Reply

    A nice piece, Bradley.

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 29, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you Ayala! 🙂

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