The truth appends to my open soul I've known I've known I've known If you flick out your tongue- Thoughtfully, carefully You can taste the violence in the air With undertones of grey dream You can taste all our intents Dispersed in entropy. I've seen you I've seen you I've seen you I've watched and stalked you in my mind's eye If you study her face- Thoughtfully, carefully You can identify crevices Hewn by stress Her ever-creased brow Deeply concerned of love And when it might meet her I recognize the topography All too frequent All too familiar I've come to know; So above as it is below The old man's wounds Once belonged to the young man Eager to heave boxes Full of conviction, obligation, Of ambitious dreams I've got a bad hip Fragile wrists Torn sinews that can never heal I told the supervisory staff That carrying my own casket was against my religion. I won't do it no more. Not to this radio pop. I can see the future. I was I am I can be We were together In my waking dream Singing songs with lyrics i can't recall If our orbit could angle At just two degrees- Thoughtfully, carefully We'd have just about everything. We'd have just about everything.
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I’m the kind of person that takes it all in at the same time, all the time. If I leave my mind to its own devices, I’m always overcome by this.. i don’t know… its like synchronizing with the heartbeat of the world. It’s more a distraction than a feature, in my opinion, but it’s my brain and so far it don’t run any other kind of software.
I see through people most of the time. It’s nothing special- because we all mostly want the same things. As complex as we are, our needs are simple. Thus, we aren’t too far apart from each other. We hurt each other because we lack perspective- That’s the conclusion I’ve come to.
It’s a little painful to sit and listen to the world’s heartbeat. So many things that we all want and could have easily if this one or that one could just see beyond their own ego.
This is a poem for everyone and no one in particular. We make up the world, yet are tugged and pulled by it. If we were all just a bit more self-aware and others-aware, we could better stand it here.
2 thoughts on “Pining for the Whole World”
This is so good! You write raw and real. You’ve got talent.
“I’ve got a bad hip
Torn sinews that can never heal
I told the supervisory staff
That carrying my own casket was against my religion.
I won’t do it no more.
Not to this radio pop.”
So many powerful lines, but this stanza was my personal favourite.
This was my favorite too! As you mighta guessed, it’s based on a true story as well 😛
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