So Very MuchA Poem by Antonio Valentino
So Very Much
I knocked on the sky today, and got an echo.
Did I ever tell you guys that I’ve never even met my soul?
I don’t even know if it likes poetry or not, let alone deep fried pickles.
Or if like me it also, is afraid of the light.
Funny how people are so afraid of dying its really not all that rough, hell, I’ve done it a million times already, this month alone.
Yesterday, I found a bunch of words trapped in a blue bottle so I popped the cork and took a huge swig, too big in fact, right now they’re dribbling down my chin.
I’ve never had a problem helping people and then expecting anything back in return.
I’ve always felt that the second you expect something back it no longer becomes, a gift, it is now a job for payment, of services rendered.
I guess its just in my nature.
What a nice guy I am, huh?
I’m starting to think not so much, that maybe all along it was just a guise though, this, never needing anyone for anything, so that people wouldn’t realize just how needy, I actually am.
They say that not admitting it, is one step, before the first one.
Oh yeah, and I think I need a stroll, again.
You know, to get some fresh error.
My hair’s been too neat lately anyway, and my eyes, their so wet everything is starting too become too clear.
I just need to lighten my head a little, it seems like its full of feathers, made of lead.
Perhaps, I’ll sit with a tree and maybe, have a talk with a river, or whittle down a cloud into a handful of wind.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been adrift.
The last time I left here I was gone for two years.
but worry not, please.
Last time I didn’t have, an everything, to come back too.
Plus, how can one ever get found, if they never, are lost?
And remember, you can never be lost if you don’t have some kind of underlying sense, of where home is or at least, where you want it to be.
It’s just that I’ve got some, sorting out to do.
Hell, its all gone by so fast, I’ve still got chapters of my life, I haven’t even read yet.
I’ll be back.
I’ll be back because, I want to walk in the rain, not just, get wet.
So please, don’t be sad.
Yes, we’re two shores of the same ocean, but, our waves always will meet in the middle dream of closed eyes.
Its just that my heart came without any instructions and so, I just need to figure out what’s wrong with it, why it keeps feeling like its going to explode and then collapse into some kind of finale of beginning.
Not to mention, I’m tired of living in the dark of my own shadow.
I have to find this thing called courage to finally be able to give myself into the new world of discovery I’ve found.
And yet, maybe it is our own doubts and confusion that mark what it means to be human.
Hey guys, help yourself to the brew in my fridge, no use good suds going to waste right?
Oh yeah, and do me a, huge favor will you?
Whether I’m gone for five minutes, or five lifetimes be nice to my cat and throw him a scrap now and again okay?
Oh scratch that last part, He’s not even real.
Maybe that’s why me and him always got along so well because in so many ways, neither am I.
I’ll say one thing though, it sure is nice to still be able to surprise yourself, by finally being able to admit, I need you, I need you, how so very much my love, I need you.
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Added on February 25, 2010Last Updated on February 25, 2010 AuthorAntonio ValentinoCAAboutIf you don't see me around that much be happy for me.. I scribble the most when I'm sad. Thanks for helping me write less. Live Traffic Stats hope you enjoy the scrabblin :).. more..Writing
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