Never Ending Thirds

If its meant to be,
somewhere to speak

the sounds clear it all
no business to fall
back on

meaning at last

theres nothing there

no need to be aware

why exchange what I have

for reasons I care

heavy lifting, light as a feather

doubt, rational

for reasons that arn't there

If i'd never make sure,  I'd be prepared

for the next moment,  I'm sure it comes without my help

all the things I have to say,  when nothing is satisfied

by simply being there.

some how the effort of splitting hairs

I miss the point of what its worth.

better talents never learned

making things fit percieved

who knew it matters not how much I think

but what I believe

won't take but the movement of air

so much time lost learning a skill that was mistaken for something vital, not an ill.

my reasons for all that I acted upon, not real

backwards I feel is the purpose for which it appears

when there was nothing to steal,  something worthless when valued for a deal

empty handed searching when there was always a meal.

next to the inconvenience of someone elses salesman spial

Did me just right to attract me to the show

which they sold, did not matter hot or cold

I gave it a name when I could've walked past to the end of the road.

which they did not see, did nothing to me.

but I gave them the certainty that they've arrived at the right destination.

and mine is no longer what was.

I no longer have the curiosity of everything under the sun.

I could've made better time of living under a rock.

then searching to find the answer to why I'm so disatisfied.

bigger, better, greater is the concepts of not enough.

and its finally in a perspective that fits my love.

non existant till thats what I chose to notice instead.

the seas are but a drop of water next to the puddles of mud reflecting

when I could've been looking at the skies that are as blue as the waters

that move so fast, its beauty is long gone by the time you've found the words.

the memory of hurt feelings echoing

from what I've woke up when it was being forgotten as a dream was remembered

when I chose the rest of sleeping.  words I can forget

I'm no longer distracted from my being.  the world outside of me

caved in when I believed I could find meaning. 

where everything was leading.  chasing after the weather

putting together the peices of the disasters left behind

the peak of the moment I won't find.

Those that had it, was an adventure in the unmeasured chaos

I'm not even in the midst and struggling to survive.

those who wern't searching for meaning were alive.

I've yet to experience the moment of not remembering whats behind.

and be so driven to walk past without noticing the signs.

nothing needs proven.  Matters not a dime

to afford.  self assured and security

affirmation not there anymore

eyes of a dog running in the wild

waters only a surfer could know

afterimage from a light unexplored

completely disappears of what I adored

no replacement for whats broken, its found its purpose

echoes of whats been hurt, simply makes a new sound when it reaches me back in reverb

contrast at last has nothing to do with the picture

I'm okay with the lack of aesthetic of dirt.

my mind travels what its worth.

no hiding behind a face self observed

no matter I'm no longer keeping track of first

not in line with the rhyme from a obnoxious outburst.

Move where I'm going when everyone's reminded of their thirst.

glad to know I'm fading further into a place obscure.

I might let go of the night that proves my might over those who curse

what I was appreciating, a day in the life.

something I wasn't able to enjoy cuz the billboards covered everything with what was there with a price.

something i didn't mean to be

sarcastic

nice.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the way you think and write.
"Those that had it, was an adventure in the unmeasured chaos
I'm not even in the midst and struggling to survive.
those who wern't searching for meaning were alive.
I've yet to experience the moment of not remembering whats behind.
and be so driven to walk past without noticing the signs.
nothing needs proven. Matters not a dime
to afford.".
The above lines stood out to me. All of us must learn many lessons. Old world wisdom. Lead with kindness, concern and walk a path of peace. Not destruction, then we can be okay. Powerful thoughts left something for the reader to think about.
Coyote