Human development

Ironically enough, I'm not sure if Im finished with this and may still undergo development.

I'm too late

for human development

I try to trace myself

with the stars at night

Where was that place 

you went to

to create someone like me

what eye did you walk into

to perturb the seas

In here, you are so long,

never-ending story

broadcasting the future

with those eyes

you always said you could

see it, so why do you

walk backwards

I swear to God, it's me

I swear to God

it's me, it's me

I swear to me,

it's God

I'm looking for correspondence

I have some for God

It all goes down to

it all comes down to...

When people stare

I feel like the sea

they come to sit and stare

and not know

what they

are looking at

They were born within 

your walls

and will save all of 

your falls

But I,

 I can go through walls

without coming in,

 also catch you

and let you fall,

I want you to be well

Did you know that even 

in the ocean you can 

find walls

Did you know that in order to distill

something, it has to be 

evaporated first? 

Author's Note

After coming back to this after a while.... hmm I'm not feeling this one...

Reviews

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

"you always said you could
see it, so why do you
walk backwards"


this peace takes me to the deepest of my imagination, we are programmed to claim we know things yet we turn a turbid eye. thanks you for this poem. i am so late for human development too

[Frontier]

Hehe thanks a lot Sibusio, your reviews are always a pleasure..

[Inda]

I love this piece and i think what you may have issue with is the fact that you get away from the main idea of this piece after the " i want you to be well" line. It seems like you go on a tangent and says it ends on that it may feel unfinished to you, nonetheless i enjoy your words and thought process throughout.

[Frontier]

Thanks for your idea, Inda :)

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

I like this one I can understand why you do not. The wording is brilliant and it seems like the lucidness of it evaporates just like the poem...bubbling down to just a single though. Maybe I am reading to much into it but this poem is a great metaphor for life with is flow and sudden abruptness it seldom makes sense and this poem seems to express that.

[Frontier]

Thanks for your input, it helps me a lot! :)

[paul sal.....]

No walls in the ocean, Frontier, we build our own, I know God doesn't build walls, he is an demoltionist of anti love walls and you dear child, are beautiful as for told by your words

[Frontier]

Thank you Paul, I feel a wall crumbling :)

[John A. Ayala]

The entire last stanza and its question mark made it seem as if the poem evaporated at the margins in order to continue developing and in so doing distill a new one out of itself.

- John

[Frontier]

Love that interpretation, thanks John!

[Frieda P]

An absorbing read, could take away a few different translations here, some days it just feels that way...

what eye did you walk into
to perturb the seas

Stellar line...and that last stanza is money.

[Frontier]

Thanks for coming by Frieda

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really like the whole "swear to god, swear to me it's God" thing--

questioning human existence...why did he make me...and why do i feel so different from everybody else...they all stare...was i made just to be made fun of...

but i can save you if you let me....i have walls, and no one can touch me, but i can go through walls...so i will penetrate your sadness and pull you out of it...like baby from a mother...
and we will save each other.

okay this definitely took me places...i like your ironic description...but i think you have left the reader just enough here to ponder...so ponder we will.

[Frontier]

Thank you, Jacob, pleased that you pondered...