So Very Much

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Georgia Gypsy]

I am going through all these emotions myself!
this really hit me:
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'm dealing with that constantly with my family.
and this last verse too:

being able to admit,
I need you,
I need you,
how so very much
my love,
I need you.

almost made me cry....its hard to know the right path to chose sometimes....
one of unknown, one of dreams, one of confusion....one of old promises...
they've all converged on me at once...

really love this one!!(the fact it cuts means even more)

[cest la vie]

Oh my.. was not expecting this..
a trip into the interiors and exteriors of the writers head, heart and yes, soul.

borderlines of a soft, spoken word piece, a dash of free verse, and lots of wonderful poetic lines.
yes, this is something here..

[Crowley]

Wow....I have nothing to say except I really enjoyed this, the magnitude is universal, the voice dreamy and surreal, the rhythm perfect, and the message maybe shocking to some. Great work.

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem is like someone crying out from the inside. It is very emotional and very deep. I love the humor about the imaginary cat. It lightens the tone a little making the poem readable. I think with out that it would be sorrowful and almost too sad. You did an absolute amazing job on this work. Kudos to you for saying you need! Many people don't say they need someone or need help. I hope you have said these words out loud to the person that this piece was intended for. Great job!

[Millionth Muse]

And yet,
maybe it is our own doubts
and confusion
that mark what it means
to be human.

--these lines really resonated with me. So true...that the doubts and confusion that we all fight through are actually just part of our own "human condition".

A beautiful piece indeed. Loved the imagery, but most of all, I loved the soothing strength of the poetic voice.

[SM Davis]

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.

This is excellent! Quite a different piece than what I expected, but so much more than I ever could have expected. NICELY DONE!!

[heido]

Stay for the joy of it all..
She needs you, I'm sure of it.

[Bette]

i like this, abstract and a little wild to read but it keep my attention the hole time i had to get to the last line to see what it means! i really liked "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."

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

this is really good, excellent