Adult WonderA Poem by Pablo ColeAdult Years of Wondermy friends compose one invisible friend, my muse as to it i say "modern man is a boy gone mad would you forgive him as you ought?" no, in fact i was wrong, sorry i was just talking about myself will you forgive me? for i've got enough sadness to fill up a stadium will you listen to my tune? i will appreciate your attention even if you do not appreciate my music i will try to hit the right notes and shall i become a warrior just to protect the things i buy, have bought, and want to buy? i am shopping for swords but, cowardly, only have prospects for shadow boxing it breaks a good sweat i turned to love followed around a girl for a while i bought her chocolates i bought her roses but she didn't want to spoon i became a monk in ruin yet meditating and prayerful i turned to friendship and found that treasure in you you and the whole human race -- an experiment in play form of beauty o, by your presence alone you make this life magic your humanity provides in me the spark to write magic motion of music if i could i would cast that imaginary spell that says don't break apart sustain each friend, sustain each stranger, sustain each refugee by your work i am blessed with it all the pain and the sorrow and bold love ancient and godful i was feeling lonely i was feeling blue but i was hoping you'd tell me something you never knew it's a game so i'm going to have fun reflecting on the un- understandable you'd be so surprised at how happy i am o, there willl always be more than what you want! cherish this thought and this game and you know how it is you know what it's like you try to make some friends but they only steal your bike i toughen up and start throwing punches around ah we were made for walking anyway and i prefer books which turn me to hopes instead of bruises and the cage dreamlight wishing fantasy got to make a change under the moon before the next day comes angrily or lazily, with new abundant richness or that new frightful stuff always patiently itself o, well pleased with a tough evolution transforming without plans or goals i won't complain, or be in self pity i know there is a meaningful order the heart beating wins over the abuses of my past i won't speak unless spoken to listen for once the truth might not be so strange and other people are much more interesting than myself let the floodgates of nature heal this rich and excellent earth as productive as it wills and wishes to be i aspired to destroy this impassive boredom and these weak human ways but instead rally to a win in peaceful and loving thoughts of scar wisdom and abnegation of self a grace of family and friendship, a supporting freedom of breath and the greatest gift of giving no small thing should be taken for granted trauma-taught and strong in faith and universal compassion and patient peacfeul moments as my interests are composed in waking up and facing tomorrow in these smling days grateful for you unafraid of losing anything else with no unhealthy ambition and only foolish enough to wish for a love with some truth remaining yet sharing the benefits of this earth the blue sky hits you sometimes and you smile a real smile shows me the truth not just the modern mirror i have a huge grin these days this little boy inside me feels like he's a genius and but of course he is wrong © 2014 Pablo Cole |
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Added on September 29, 2014 Last Updated on September 29, 2014 AuthorPablo ColeSt. John's, CanadaAboutpoems primarily about solitude, isolation, love/hate, rejection, mental illness, beauty, and life exquisite. more..Writing
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