He was not your average thinker
Spent months dwelling on the esoteric and lost himself in thoughtful rhetoric
For the words can twist a sharp picture of the past, present and what's possible
Still, understanding is not attainable from that place
At least, on the subjective space
To know your own self takes a tremble of grace
A loss of the useless
Becoming Unsettled and displaced
There was not a simple sign
No delicate resign from the powers that rule the mind
So the thoughts that held themselves would never let go
Even if they knew they were disturbing the show
The truth would not be easily sought
His search to know would not be bought
Ransacked and rumbled he tangled his head
Looking and looking, yet lost in the dread
And he kept repeating
This is not my home, this is not my bed
I live far from here
My love deep and red
Asking was silly, the answers were curt
They saw his perspective lost in the dirt
He prayed up to the heavens
Cast fire upon the hell
Screamed for salvation
Asked if all could be well
The poets would pass him
He's crazy and lost
The mind is all muddled
His viewpoint far tossed
The Doctor saught a solution
Said to talk would ease your pain
Gave Xanax and Vicodin
But his world melded all the same
The reletivist laughed and smiled
Your view is what you make it
The truth is yours to create
Yet that truth, He couldn't take it
The materialist was ready to present
His case against God and all he sent
That this was all there ever Was
We're here from nothing just because
The nihilist gave a frightful jist
Of what it meant to ferment
He cursed this world and wonder
Saw our experiences as dement
The preachers would ask him
What is your life worth?
Give Jesus all your purpose
And follow him unto the dearth
The Buddhist would proclaim
That all this was in vein
The vanity of insanity
Would rot our simple brains
So release all your attachment
Let fire fall on all
Burn away impurities
Until nothingness you call
The yogi became a twister
Called the internal world the truth
All of this is an illusion
And what do you have for proof?
Uncover your own understanding
Find the self and give it love
Realized you seek the heavens
But they lay not below or above
I picked and picked the problems apart
Saw always that this mind would fall
No matter where my truth would start
Words couldn't express it all and all
So I would call
To the medicine man
Who he was, I never knew
When he spoke, words didn't come through
When he moved, stillness slept
When he sat, commotion crept
Paradox had lined his socks
Every house kept tight their locks
For fear he would come and show them slow
That these walls you cling are not what you know
About the Creator
Nicholas Goodman
Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.
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