One day, I will be famous.....
So, the server has been down at work for the last 3 days so I had a 5 day weekend. It was KICK ASS!! I didnt do shit. I smoked, and drank, and fucked, and wrote, and slept, and drank some more...and in the midst of this beautiful semi-vacation, poetry started pouring out of my head. Perhaps because I needed the break so bad, perhaps because my money situation is getting considerably better, or maybe perhaps because I just spent the last five days in cuddlely, sexual bliss with my girlfriend that I have been able to de-stress and start writing again. This poem I beleive is my best work to date, and (not to sound pretentious) I beleive if I get off my ass and try to get it published I may be famous one day.
Ok, I tried, but that still sounds pretentious...
Enjoy, there is more to come:
When seconds are replaced by moments,
As if from time you are trying to escape utterly
Under your part of the sky .
And everything irrational is beautiful.
Every slight gesture dawning new realization,
And actually meaning something, but only right here and now.
(Here and now being forever as everything else will fade,
insignificant to these times).
Not beginning or ending anywhere
Like imaginations and ideas ending mid-flight
And not like Those Who Live by the Sea,
Watching the water and birds and fish
And nearly, in those moments...
Grasping eternity
And its slipping through your fingers like
The dust of dead stars.
And nothing is created from what could be everything.
Last night was magical.
But like all magic it fades,
Into bottled recollections
Like those you see around deserted beach fires
You forget how easy it is to be free.
And it seems so far away just a day later
As I stare into the familiar emptiness
A background of people,
Like the blur of passing shops.
And the world corroding in droplets
Down a passenger seat window.
They too forgetting you exist when they get home.
I wished away time, seeming so slow
As the same tune plays in my mind,
"There is nowhere to go"
All the while distant stars have been growing dim
The universe is so silent
Nothing is living but imagination.
Its hard not to be lost in eternity
And there's not enough happiness
In a nefarious world to go round.
Just as subtle, glittering eyes, captured,
Out of place and drowning out everything else
Can seem so otherworldy, divine,
And always more so to one who sees always with another eye.
Ripples on water can be reflections of our own mortality.
Such vibrant dullness,
The world seeming to paint how we feel inside
Everything is mirrored, every heaven has its own reflection.
The dreams of mortals, such a beautiful burden
One day I wont break the spell and awake,
But at least I'll have lived
(Just that bit more)...appreciative.
And I know life after death will be just as hard.
Life being the roots from which in death we bloom
With nothing else to do there,
And to take away from the pain
In each aftermath of misplaced hope,
In the emptiness I have learnt
That life always has an answer
If you dont give up on the first.
Not in me do dreams occur,
Nor I within them, but they spin
From my mind's digression
into the unfinished pattern of existence,
I its expansion...
Imagination painting the blank eternity outside of the universe.
I dream of brighter tomorrows
Yesterday is so dim and so are the stars
And thats why life is beautiful,
Because it pales in comparison.
And when it doesnt, thats when you know you're in love.
Ok, I tried, but that still sounds pretentious...
Enjoy, there is more to come:
When seconds are replaced by moments,
As if from time you are trying to escape utterly
Under your part of the sky .
And everything irrational is beautiful.
Every slight gesture dawning new realization,
And actually meaning something, but only right here and now.
(Here and now being forever as everything else will fade,
insignificant to these times).
Not beginning or ending anywhere
Like imaginations and ideas ending mid-flight
And not like Those Who Live by the Sea,
Watching the water and birds and fish
And nearly, in those moments...
Grasping eternity
And its slipping through your fingers like
The dust of dead stars.
And nothing is created from what could be everything.
Last night was magical.
But like all magic it fades,
Into bottled recollections
Like those you see around deserted beach fires
You forget how easy it is to be free.
And it seems so far away just a day later
As I stare into the familiar emptiness
A background of people,
Like the blur of passing shops.
And the world corroding in droplets
Down a passenger seat window.
They too forgetting you exist when they get home.
I wished away time, seeming so slow
As the same tune plays in my mind,
"There is nowhere to go"
All the while distant stars have been growing dim
The universe is so silent
Nothing is living but imagination.
Its hard not to be lost in eternity
And there's not enough happiness
In a nefarious world to go round.
Just as subtle, glittering eyes, captured,
Out of place and drowning out everything else
Can seem so otherworldy, divine,
And always more so to one who sees always with another eye.
Ripples on water can be reflections of our own mortality.
Such vibrant dullness,
The world seeming to paint how we feel inside
Everything is mirrored, every heaven has its own reflection.
The dreams of mortals, such a beautiful burden
One day I wont break the spell and awake,
But at least I'll have lived
(Just that bit more)...appreciative.
And I know life after death will be just as hard.
Life being the roots from which in death we bloom
With nothing else to do there,
And to take away from the pain
In each aftermath of misplaced hope,
In the emptiness I have learnt
That life always has an answer
If you dont give up on the first.
Not in me do dreams occur,
Nor I within them, but they spin
From my mind's digression
into the unfinished pattern of existence,
I its expansion...
Imagination painting the blank eternity outside of the universe.
I dream of brighter tomorrows
Yesterday is so dim and so are the stars
And thats why life is beautiful,
Because it pales in comparison.
And when it doesnt, thats when you know you're in love.