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Friday, August 28, 2009

outside

Lightning, snowflakes, oceans, and clouds,
Make you look out the window.
Trapped in drywall glass cages,
Look at you.
You're reading poetry.
Outside mother nature's waiting,
To remove the words,
the typing,
the harsh screen light.
To embellish her miracles,
And make you believe in something,
Anything.
Meaning is not here,
In these easy words.
It's beyond the doors, the streets,
the shoes and shops,
Seek the moon and trees,
And grass and streams.
You will see your dreams,
Slip into sense,
And find,
What you never knew was lost.

2 comments:

achigurh said...

i love that poem!


"So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."
— Chris McCandless

LupineLooPine said...

I'm gonna sound like a dumbfuck for this, but... snowflakes, hehehehe.

I think I'm in that state, where you're so sleepy that everything seems funny. Yeah. It's pretty nice and trippy.

if you happen to be a billionaire...