IF
mad hippie poet 1974 (new jersey)
If you stand in one place for too long, you may drown. If you walk too long, are you walking to get somewhere? Are you truly listening to every sound that runs against sound? Do you hear the birds cry and the angels sing when you are born? You have nothing in this life, but your naked body and some may say that you leave the same way.
Tonight, I will not sleep; my thoughts are getting like the seven seas, way too deep. Too many glistens are lingering inside my head. Am I living, or am I at last dead?
Only if there were enough dreams to dream into a reality that I know that there is no hate or fear, only love hidden in the beauty of nature, only if I can embrace the creature that I know still exists after a million years.
The weather continues to remain cold, unable to give me the answers that I know in this lifetime I was sent and meant to hold
To look inside of the mirror after all these years to be able to see the same face as I did as a little boy, the face that held so much innocence and the look of amazement on every Christmas day
Inside of silence awaits a story; look inside the eyes of the universe or the cursing of the drunk man sitting on the bar stool night and day, for you will see both their souls.
No words need to be spoken when staring at the face of two lovers worlds apart. It is a matter of the heart without any judgment.
I am older now, looking inside of the mirror that I did as a young child, and the image is speaking to me, saying if only you would rest, maybe then, only then can you be released.
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