Pining for the Whole World

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.

From the Author

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.

Published by The Poetry of Ants

I've been writing poetry since I was little. These poems have always been my means of resolving the world as it is against the world as it should be. Writing has been my great catharsis. I hope that you and I may be able to share in that.

2 thoughts on “Pining for the Whole World

  1. This is so good! You write raw and real. You’ve got talent.

    “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.”

    So many powerful lines, but this stanza was my personal favourite.

    Like

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