A ligkaribe Poem - Tear drops
a wierd poem, it was inspired by an email sent to me on how you know if you are stressed. i tried to potray the idea of how modern stress can make you go nuts,
Tear drops
Cool water on my skin
change in the air
Cold wet raindrops
Ceaseless down pour of wetness
Droplets of water trickling
into my black leather shoes
Wet socks and spotted glasses
Caught unawares
under the cold cement bridge
Hiding in the damp cold
Smell of wet concrete
Sight of wet puddles by the roadside
Sound of ceaseless traffic
In the dull gray atmosphere
Dim headlights struggling to come through
Hiding under my wet newspaper
and peering at the oncoming headlights
I begin to walk
I wonder to myself if I should be complaining of the rain at all
Because of late its seems to me the sun has been rather too loud
Concentrating hard for a glimpse of the individual molecules
of air vibrating before my eyes
I hear them always nowadays the sound of mimes
calling me can’t seem to get away
Time was I could walk along the road
without a care in the world
Nowadays it seems as though the whole world
is screaming at me all at once
I imagine myself leaving this place flying away
If I think hard, enough I’m sure I could fly
I walk on knowing only that it is a result of my newfound wisdom,
as of late I have begun to have more clarity
Everything is clearer too me now
Only I can’t seem to communicate this with the rest of the world
It seems sometimes just as I am struggling to put my new found
Great revelations concerning life, love, the universe
and everything else into words
They slip from my grasp and the glow fades
away leaving only confusion in its wake
like when I told the drive through attendant I wanted
My order to go, she looked as though
I had asked her a calculus equation
Searching in my deep trench coat pocket,
another anti acid tablet, I move on what a wonderful
feeling how energizing and invigorating
to be able to skip without a rope
I walk on in the rain wallowing in the experience of my runners high?
I can’t help as I wonder along but admire the aesthetic beauty
of the street signs around me
The artistry of road markings are especially captivating
Why is there so much noise and hooting, people are crazy nowadays
Some lady shouting and waving her hands out the window
She seems to be speaking to me in binary code
All this craziness, not for me however,
Me and reality filed for divorce and there is no greater bliss
Than to see al these fools driving around in the rain
As I move on I get the sense that the street poles are giving
Me the cold shoulder no amount of whining seems to help
These channelers won’t leave me alone
They follow me wherever I go I can’t get them
to stop following me
Crazy people – these fans?
The way I see it everyone is as deaf as the se street poles
But they say I keep saying the same thing twice without realizing it
Better cross the road
Shaking hands through damp hair, steady drip of water from my chin
The other day David Lynch came up to me
he asked hey can I film you
He said he wanted to know more about my teddy bear friends
And how they keep bullying me for milk and cookies
My heart is racing it feels as though is at 7/8 time
Of late, I’ve been wondering if brewing
Really is a necessary step in drinking coffee or if
I can set up an i.v. drip of espresso
I guess it must be because I’m feeling harassed
The other day David Lynch came up to me
he asked hey can I film you
He said he wanted to know more about my teddy bear friends
And how they keep bullying me for milk and cookies
I’m trying to discuss the methodology of setting up the i.v.
but I can’t seem to agree with myself on this one,
an argument ensues, the twang of defeat
I will not to talk to myself for the rest of my trip
Is that my graet great grandfather telling me I need a rest
How weird, thought she was dead
I ponder this as I stand under the concrete bridge hang on
Why am I still under the bridge
Flashing lights and blue cloth
Are you alright sir?
Are you okay Mr. President?
I have an irresistible urge to bite his nose off
Is it the stress or is there method to my madness.
Cool water on my skin
change in the air
Cold wet raindrops
Ceaseless down pour of wetness
Droplets of water trickling
into my black leather shoes
Wet socks and spotted glasses
Caught unawares
under the cold cement bridge
Hiding in the damp cold
Smell of wet concrete
Sight of wet puddles by the roadside
Sound of ceaseless traffic
In the dull gray atmosphere
Dim headlights struggling to come through
Hiding under my wet newspaper
and peering at the oncoming headlights
I begin to walk
I wonder to myself if I should be complaining of the rain at all
Because of late its seems to me the sun has been rather too loud
Concentrating hard for a glimpse of the individual molecules
of air vibrating before my eyes
I hear them always nowadays the sound of mimes
calling me can’t seem to get away
Time was I could walk along the road
without a care in the world
Nowadays it seems as though the whole world
is screaming at me all at once
I imagine myself leaving this place flying away
If I think hard, enough I’m sure I could fly
I walk on knowing only that it is a result of my newfound wisdom,
as of late I have begun to have more clarity
Everything is clearer too me now
Only I can’t seem to communicate this with the rest of the world
It seems sometimes just as I am struggling to put my new found
Great revelations concerning life, love, the universe
and everything else into words
They slip from my grasp and the glow fades
away leaving only confusion in its wake
like when I told the drive through attendant I wanted
My order to go, she looked as though
I had asked her a calculus equation
Searching in my deep trench coat pocket,
another anti acid tablet, I move on what a wonderful
feeling how energizing and invigorating
to be able to skip without a rope
I walk on in the rain wallowing in the experience of my runners high?
I can’t help as I wonder along but admire the aesthetic beauty
of the street signs around me
The artistry of road markings are especially captivating
Why is there so much noise and hooting, people are crazy nowadays
Some lady shouting and waving her hands out the window
She seems to be speaking to me in binary code
All this craziness, not for me however,
Me and reality filed for divorce and there is no greater bliss
Than to see al these fools driving around in the rain
As I move on I get the sense that the street poles are giving
Me the cold shoulder no amount of whining seems to help
These channelers won’t leave me alone
They follow me wherever I go I can’t get them
to stop following me
Crazy people – these fans?
The way I see it everyone is as deaf as the se street poles
But they say I keep saying the same thing twice without realizing it
Better cross the road
Shaking hands through damp hair, steady drip of water from my chin
The other day David Lynch came up to me
he asked hey can I film you
He said he wanted to know more about my teddy bear friends
And how they keep bullying me for milk and cookies
My heart is racing it feels as though is at 7/8 time
Of late, I’ve been wondering if brewing
Really is a necessary step in drinking coffee or if
I can set up an i.v. drip of espresso
I guess it must be because I’m feeling harassed
The other day David Lynch came up to me
he asked hey can I film you
He said he wanted to know more about my teddy bear friends
And how they keep bullying me for milk and cookies
I’m trying to discuss the methodology of setting up the i.v.
but I can’t seem to agree with myself on this one,
an argument ensues, the twang of defeat
I will not to talk to myself for the rest of my trip
Is that my graet great grandfather telling me I need a rest
How weird, thought she was dead
I ponder this as I stand under the concrete bridge hang on
Why am I still under the bridge
Flashing lights and blue cloth
Are you alright sir?
Are you okay Mr. President?
I have an irresistible urge to bite his nose off
Is it the stress or is there method to my madness.
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