Strange World Fragments

Strange World Fragments

A Poem by Pablo Cole

strange world fragments


strange world fragments

 

conversation

it comes up

it comes up

but i'm not sure exactly what i want to say

just knowing it's a gift to be alive in this time

unapologetically

incohernet

its

a

wild

ride

a strange trip

swimming in a lake of language

meeting my own creation

the world it all seems less hostile

 i fly with angel wings

in my mind

into dreamtime

the forms are true

as

myself

i wade

through 

less afraid

perhaps more obedient

and more caring

the things of this planet existing

in a sense i see i can be one with

having learned everyone needs caring for

i flow

the body real

knowing now all the little conflicts aren't worth the spent energies

so though death is patient

sir, the mystery is as deep as ever

back in reality

waking

life waits

vital      at my doorstep 

i can deal

i take breathes

feel my pulse

and though rain forests may die and the sun grow hotter

o, with the contrary variations of the self

i can accept the alien aspects of this life

though i might just be dumb

baby, it's going to be okay 

with time you come to understand

the universe and your sex

creation

at the tip

of our imagining

sophistocated games remain  

fickle to the focused bran

time will tell you

you must

come

to

love

your self

ah time

at my finger tips

hope enlightening my manifold dreams

i am spiritually

naked

it's a strange world

inside my head

with love

© 2014 Pablo Cole


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Added on September 29, 2014
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Pablo Cole
Pablo Cole

St. John's, Canada



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