Waking from a dream is like being homeless
Time moves so slowly nothing makes sense I fight for the little things open doors are like fences symbols and memories patterns and games not wanting to miss out holding tightly to sand putting on faces and being a good dad trying not to feel lonely irritated or sad surrounded by people who love me my monologue is too long to hear i notice things patterns behaviors hard to ignore i can slow it down mow it down it grows right back up random stacks books brought random concrete blocks my brain gets so crowded with memories that won't fade away most people call it gifted but to me it's more like crazy it feels homeless without a place to call home it feels homeless not hopeless unsettled bones where i will land here I stand here I go homeless inside outside homeless wandering moments homeless from moments to photographs homeless but not alone my heart feels all mushy hazy of uncertainty I told him I'm sorry For the stupid things I sometimes say it's not easy noticing who people are on the inside I'm cursed with this blessing to be homeless wherever you are waking and walking through life waking and walking though fields of this life waking and walking through dreams and streams I'm homeless yet intensely aware wild and free |
I think that's it.
It turned out a little dark. I'm not actually that dark. I don't know why it turned out that way. But My itention was to explore the different counter intuitive aspects of feeling homeless, wild and free. I'm not sure I accomplished it. it is definitely a very very rough draft. It's special... this won't be posted anywhere else. Thank you for reading it. Your Friend, Daniel |
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Yes - I have experienced much of what you speak of. I always used to fight for freedom often as though it was more important than food and water :icon_eek: I think where the wild things are... Is some place of internal trust and alignment. I don't see being wild as chaotic and purposeless. I see it as alignment and refinement of one's soul and instincts. To be wild and free to me personally means that I am in tune with my entire being and everything which surrounds it and not restricted to act in alignment with it all. Strangely enough you mention the uncultivated soul... It has taken a lot of cultivation or maybe just dedication to my soul to create enough space to be wild and free... |
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I often think that my work is quite dark as well... That is because of some perceptions I have of this forum where I fool myself into thinking its all meant to be love and light and rainbows lol... A lot of the journey ain't all rainbows and it's just as valid. Personally I did not find your last piece of writing to be all that dark. The most useful writing is often an organic process - it is good at times to just let it unfold as its meant to. |
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This was beautiful... |
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Thank you for this exploratory journey... I really enjoyed it, hope you will share more of your poetry. /mi |
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