The only people for me
The only people for me
Are the mad ones.
The ones who flare and flame,
Blast their way
Across the universe
In words of all kinds.
Babbling coherent
And incoherent as…
They fight to find
The world to live on.
Shabby looking,
Slim from lack
Of sustainable
Edibles.
They shine the brightest.
Flying high
On drugs and drink
And way out ideas
That fry the
Unprepared mind
To ashes.
To ashes of fidelity
Non conformity
Unshakeable believability.
Words words words
Cascade from some place
That only they know
As they pound on
Keyboards or scratch
With cheap pens and pencils
Their lives brought
Near, clear and bare.
These are mine to love.
All thoughts pass.
Missed and forgotten
As they stumble past.
Only one….
The thought of death lingers
In imagined peace
As all turns to ashes
Only thoughts
Carry the soul of
Consciousness to
Its next beginning.
Thoughts are what we
leave behind for star-crossed
minds on which to dwell.
This is an absolute rush! The white lines can wait for another day! let the pens strike gold.
Bhi thank you. I’ve managed to avoid conformity most of my life. I’ve travelled a lot 53 countries at a rough reckoning and I’ve always (nearly) managed to avoid the tourists, unless you’re trapped by them when you try to see something beautiful, then they’re unavoidable. I’m still searching for the crossroads. Your picture on your profile intrigued me, it looks like New Zealand or Norway to me. I did look at a few not enough of your postings at the urging of Rick (coolhermit) and you seem to have that third eye. Your comment was much appreciated. Do you… Read more »
Mentalelf,
good writing always get read and appreciated. Your writing has a force that makes it irresistible reading. Look forward to more from you.
i always avoid the tourists – luckily i know people in most of the countries that I visit and manage to mingle with the locals and get to see what is hidden off the beaten track.
bhi
Me too… if we went together would we become tourists?
Never tourists – we’d be in the back street bars sharing stories and discussing love and lovers lost with the locals.
I always think I belonged in Weimar Germany in love with Lotte Lenya, but she’d spurn me for the greatness of Kurt Weill and Bertholt Brecht.
https://youtu.be/oZecKsm0Mfw
But I can never fall asleep reading this one. Good.
Thank you so much supratik. But please do sleep. Then wake up crazy.
Fascinating. Will have to re read it several times, i think.
Ta Daffni. I’m flattered at even one re reading. Gratitude. Phil.
This is a fantastic, passion-bursting, truly life-affirming poem which rips mediocrity to shreds. Love it. Raw, visceral and sincere.
Reminded me of Charles Bukowski. Are you a fan of his?
Hi Matthew, yes I am a massive fan of Bukowski. Thank you so much for your great comments. I’m also a fan of the Beats. and much more. This poem is another that just writes itself when you are “in” that place.
Check this one out, I guess it says a lot about me and my sometimes dissolute life, which I’ve enjoyed (sometimes).
https://ukauthors.com/2021/01/08/panama-love/