A waking life lost while walking
through incoherent moments
finding yourself as the only opponent
to learning, a yearning
of oneness above loneliness.
Let’s break open the head
and let the words flow
cascading from cliffs high above.
We’ll follow the current
of the crystalline clear drops,
right off the edge of the world
to the unknown below.
Once we know, wont the rest know too?
Do those flying in the clouds
hear the subtle sounds of a desperate man playing the blues?
I’d like to think that we’re all attuned,
radial dials turned clockwise, counterclockwise
reaching the same frequency.
Do diverging paths ever find parallels in consistency?
The setting seems to leave as foliage falls floating
from the outstretched branches of elderly trees,
elbows knotted in arthritic knots
that were tied in that moment before time
slowing down the perception of ones mind.
Only to find what we describe as infinite
is only the span of the blink of an eye.
But now, don’t cry, because the years
never really did pass you by
while you knew so little, mouth opened wide,
seeing through a lens from more childish time.
Can it be? Here imagination runs free
of the laws of the universe.
Let’s take to the sky and drift with the winds
as we traverse the beautiful nothingness that binds the earth.
Have you ever woken up from a dream
only to find nothing is as it once seemed?
The past is just that, more of a faded memory
than a written history.
We’ve entered the epilogue, orating scenes
the moment I’ve seen them,
the imagery passing so quickly, the transition seamless.
Just one moment stuck in time,
ever changing to the tune of one’s whimsical mind.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
A waking life lost while walking
through incoherent moments
finding yourself as the only opponent
to learning, a yearning
of oneness above loneliness.
Let’s break open the head
and let the words flow
cascading from cliffs high above.
We’ll follow the current
of the crystalline clear drops,
right off the edge of the world
to the unknown below.
Once we know, wont the rest know too?
Do those flying in the clouds
hear the subtle sounds of a desperate man playing the blues?
I’d like to think that we’re all attuned,
radial dials turned clockwise, counterclockwise
reaching the same frequency.
Do diverging paths ever find parallels in consistency?
The setting seems to leave as foliage falls floating
from the outstretched branches of elderly trees,
elbows knotted in arthritic knots
that were tied in that moment before time
slowing down the perception of ones mind.
Only to find what we describe as infinite
is only the span of the blink of an eye.
But now, don’t cry, because the years
never really did pass you by
while you knew so little, mouth opened wide,
seeing through a lens from more childish time.
Can it be? Here imagination runs free
of the laws of the universe.
Let’s take to the sky and drift with the winds
as we traverse the beautiful nothingness that binds the earth.
Have you ever woken up from a dream
only to find nothing is as it once seemed?
The past is just that, more of a faded memory
than a written history.
We’ve entered the epilogue, orating scenes
the moment I’ve seen them,
the imagery passing so quickly, the transition seamless.
Just one moment stuck in time,
ever changing to the tune of one’s whimsical mind.
Request permission to use this poem