We're all going,
but never knowing … each other.
I've seen a thousand faces
know about a hundred names or so,
rarely do I say more than hi to them.
Can't seem to catch some time
to read into their soul.
Guess fear reminds me
of the pain that cost too much.
My friends are always changing,
while I'm here standing
wondering
where everyone went
Things start to feel right,
but it only becomes temporary.
What once bonds humanity together
seems to be the reason I'm arguing.
Using the love I have for people
as my dagger and as my defense!
While I read on how we must cease life
I question in why I must exist.
What's going through your minds?
while I'm trying hard to confine
in my own space
in this own little world of mine
Don't say you know me.
My reality can not be inhabited on this earth.
Too many willing to kill a dreamer.
I know, because I watch the death
to some of my hopes
even poisoned some of my own wishes.
My thoughts are looked with opens eyes
with pupils that contain no light.
I am undefined
and my soul still
yearns to be written.
I'm always going
never knowing
things about you.
I’m always going
never knowing you.
I’m going
not knowing you.
Stop!
Let me inhale your presence.
Let me exhale my being.
3 comments:
Lorenz,
seeing this "actually" performed with a "crowd" and music and the lights; the elegant gestures, the costuming, I think it's fascinating, grand, a noble text. Having said that, I still think the lines, the diction can be "tighted up" (and I say that like James Brown). I think it's too easy, too prosaic in its present form. It worries, I suppose, too much about the audience. But I think one does well to remember Spicer and bring the audience "...to the mirror."
I understand what you mean about poetry being musical. We've discussed this somewhat in class. I think that part of poetry (at least good poetry) has a musical quality-- something that sparks an emotion or drama in people; some kind of melody or harmony that we react to. I think that when a poem finds this musicality, it has started to find itself.
I'm not certain I said that, Lisa, but "Sure, I agree. Right."
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