Strange World FragmentsA Poem by Pablo Colestrange world fragmentsstrange 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 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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