Above me,
Cars speed by between two nations
And passersbys rush unheedful, headlong,
Toward their destinations
Inside my mind
Galaxies swirl, revolve, explode
In clashing universes
Spinning off planetoids
And I twirl suspended...
In a tumultuous, voiceless void
Ahead, is paradise inviting
And in my wake, a life in mists
subsiding
They cover ground to reach the places
to meet the faces, past curtained windows,
that await them
I have horizons, sunsets, and constellations
Cold, dark, yet bright Auroras
No cozy kitchen, warm bed,
A kindred soul or laughter
Mine is the cosmos, the stars
And the hereafter
juan montoya
Aug. 8, 2015
7 comments:
Lame. Naco poetry? ja ja ja
Most are drug addled loosers, drunks or mentally ill people who won't stay on their meds. There is plenty of help to get off the streets, if they want it. They are only victims of themselves. We should help them if we can, but not pity or glorify them.
Ta Bueno el toke
The second paragraph describes the blimp exactly.
Great job , Juan!
Beautiful poem reminds me of emerson
“But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and vulgar things.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
but don't post this cuz i have never commented before .... sorry to be too shy but i loved this and had to comment...
Have mercy on Da Mayor for not being employed. He is observed asking for Alms under Price Rd. Overpasses.
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