Darn That Dream

Darn That Dream

A Poem by Pablo Cole

Darn That Dream


coming from a place that is real and pure

authentic

i grew in love with my own words

sincere

romantic

it grew so strong they could not be heard

i lost the brevity of words

idiotic my thoughts were on display

free form ranting drivel at the lengths of the day

 

i could not help it there was a song i longed to play

with words and violins

i was hypnotized by the powers that were

i grew unsure knew not what to say

implied impure

i lost the perfect silence

my words grew on long paltry and trite

they lingered on beyond my best might

and then i saw it and then i did learn it

i needed to get back to the basics

to save me at this discernment

 

to find myself, i will use all my inner sight

to live an especially great great wonderful life

to make things tight

to make things light

to live love laugh and be

the romance makes less my tradegy

that plight

to not be blinded by success or power or winning a fight --

blonde wife, house by the sea

 

the dreams i sought after were not my dreams ever

i came to want not what were wanted things

to be forever

to make some lines

to be recognized to be known

took presidence over wisdom and the love of art

that once were true that were once all my own

 

now i live in the story in the moments

language

creates

beyond class and genre

my mind celebrates

this human race's honor

love demonstrates

 

i'll think not of the audiences' gratitude

the cruelty of critics who wait

i will stop with all the self torture

live in pirate latitudes

it was leading me down a path nowhere

where the soul it denigrates

o, the path that should not have been travelled

was where the ego and the soul unravels

let words come from my source

a return to spirit knowledge

change comes from inside

o, let the white horse ride on!!!

 

so i continue on with courage and with my blind faith

the illusion sometimes persists that surface beauty makes you great

but i will peer deeper and deeper inside this self

into the place where no one else can sift hide and abide, cards dealt

majesty and greatness will talk from where they dwell

 

i will walk with a silent dignity and step that is real

i am stopping trying to save you

it won't be my appeal

born out of the womb

we must make our own way

to find truth is real

roll the rock from the tomb

and step out and say it if you've got something to say

 

we must step into the light and find our way into that night

and in conscience exist with ourselves onward splendor seeking for the next light

© 2014 Pablo Cole


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Pablo Cole
Pablo Cole

St. John's, Canada



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poems primarily about solitude, isolation, love/hate, rejection, mental illness, beauty, and life exquisite. more..

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