Don't Get Me Started

Don't Get Me Started

A Poem by Jeff Bresee
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I warned you...

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Once in a while I hear words that just grab me.

Most times I let ‘em go by, but some get past me.

Seconds turn into hours, so I live in slow motion.

Dive deep into words, words as deep as the ocean.

Things I’ve wanted to say since the day that we parted.

Want to let it all out but… 

don’t get me started.

 

Everything spinning round in my mind,

millions of strings I keep wound up inside.

Tied up in knots on the inside, it happens.

I tie them up just because they are snappin’.

Can’t hold it back so it seeps out in rhymes,

piece mail the pieces and bits of my mind.

Bite through my tongue, I know I gotta filter it.

Have to because I know no one can handle it.

 

Done doing that, gonna let it all flow.

Look at yourself, tell me what do we know?

Can anyone say that they know who we are?

Blinded because we think we’ve come so far.

Really? That’s nonsense. You still gotta ask it,

“Despite it all don’t we end up in a casket?”

 

We’re as blind as we’ve ever been, dumbed down with pride.

Thinking technology sits on our side.

Thinking we know, but it’s nothing but s**t!

Wipe the smile from you’re face because… 

you’re missing it.

 

Now I know what you think, “turn him off, walk away.”

“Another loudmouth who’s got too much to say.”

Maybe so but I’m calling you out this one time.

Open your heart and you’ll learn from this rhyme.

Look in the mirror, this time finally see in.

Look in your eyes, do you know where you’ve been?

You’re still there, you never left, don’t think you did.

Blacked it all out before you were a kid.

 

Most people think there must be more than this.

Thinking there’s not’s really quite ludicrous,

but so are the thoughts of the ones who believe.

Religion and science make no sense to me

because neither one goes where the truth fully lies.

Stuck in the argument. Stuck on their sides.

Thinking to trust what they hold in their hands.

Thinking they know what the hell God has planned.

Thinking their senses give credence at all.

Living in bubbles and thinking so small.

 

Science believes that their craft gives a way.

Churches give what amounts to Novocain.

High-minded IQs that think there’s no God.

Closed-mind believers who stay in the fog.

Both have the truth right in front of their view,

but truth will destroy everything they both do

so, they stay on their sides both defending their ways.

Stuck in their viewpoints and lost in the haze.

 

Only the ones who resist this whole fraud

have any chance of discovering God.

But if they resist then they will also find

everything comes through the heart and the mind.

The mind grows by light and the heart lives by love.

A continuous stream of both comes from above,

giving joy to the heart and truth to the mind.

But it is too easy to miss these I find

for there’s near endless cares meant to cover them up.

Endless distractions and if that’s not enough,

everything’s tied to money so that in the end,

light and love have little chance to get in.

 

And what of our knowledge of just who we are?

We don’t even know what we’re made of thus far.

They keep zooming in and keep finding each time,

matter’s made of something that’s too small to find.

And that will not change, they can search til they die.

It’s a snipe hunt of sorts for there’s nothing to find.

At least not of which can be found with the eye,

nor with the five senses and do you know why?

Because there’s a God, it’s as simple as that.

From there it adds up if you follow the facts,

and drop all conclusions that ever have been.

The rest is pure logic, you’ll find in the end -

intelligence is all there is that is real,

the things we experience and what we feel.

 

So love and light are the most valuable things

because the experience that they both bring

gives joy to the heart and truth to the mind,

and that is enough I think you will find.

For time’s an illusion as is all of space.

The universe lies right in front of your face,

but we all seem to miss it, we all make the err - 

we trust in the things that we think we find here.

 

If you ever can finally let it all go

and see with faith, not with eyes then you will know,

that you’re a God too at least one meant to be.

But only if somehow… you will finally see.

© 2024 Jeff Bresee


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Added on February 4, 2024
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Jeff Bresee
Jeff Bresee

Dallas, TX



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I love to write poetry and then turn it into songs. I am a singer/songwriter for Weathered Pages, a Fort Worth, Texas based music charity. Check us out on Apple Music, Spotify, I Heart Radio, Pandora.. more..

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