Darn That DreamA Poem by Pablo ColeDarn That Dreamcoming 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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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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