Joined: 09 Jan 2006
Posts: 10
Location: San Diego, CA
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This is by far the poem I am most proud of writing. I started writing it in my head while watching "Dead Poets Society," and it just continued from there. Enjoy! Let me know what you think.
I had to look at the world from a new perspective--
Standing up on a desk, putting myself in someone else's shoes,
I was dreaming of a calming omniscience.
I am not, can not, will not be satisfied with this course.
There's so much more to life than serving an institution,
Buying into rancor, and playing games for my benefit and other's detriment.
I belief in life and love, not violence and hate,
But neither wing can house what I value.
What more can my life be? Where else can I go? Who can I love for eternity?
These questions plague me;
Without their presence, I have nothing to search for.
However, the comfort of an answer only begets discomfort from new questions, new thoughts, new stirrings in my soul.
"Is there a better path? Is there more out there? Is this the love I've been searching for?", as the cycle continues.
Faith adds understanding, but strangles clarity.
Answers from God do not come in words;
Rather, they come in people, events, feelings, emotions, dreams, ideas, memories, experiences, from a comfortable silence, a meaningful kiss, a vision of another's soul.
These are the effects of releasing the desire to understand and grasping hold of the will to walk the path through all the dark forests, burning deserts, and lonely roads in order to reach life's oases.
Love mixed with this faith creates a powerful antidote:
An antidote that cures insecurity, heals past wounds, and revitalizes spirits.
Unfortunately, the recipe for love and faith remain mysterious,
Only appearing in moments to make their presence felt,
Creating a feeling yearned for in the heart, body, mind, and soul of every human.
Yet this begs another question, another discomfort that must be overcome:
Once the ingredients are felt, can their identity be understood or is awareness simply of their presence enough to know something magical, something spiritual is at work?
I can't answer these questions alone,
I can't make a difference keeping silent.
I get to live,
I get to challenge myself,
I get to go beyond man-made constructs,
I get to look at the world from a new perspective. |
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"Standing by the missing signs
At the CVS by the checkout line,
She puts her quiet hands in mine
Cause she's the brightest thing I got
When I'm covered in rain." |
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