Simplicity...

how does my self
become a long Spear
for phantoms mostly far
and seldom Near

oh when they Arise
these phantoms
gallop they Astride
my life Dear.

i’m turned in to
a horrified watcher
mute
and impervious to Hear

oh they come and Wreck
my reality without Check
and children its unwanted
poor future is left to Bear

but don’t we all Say
maybe this time
but not another Day
will my weakness
make me Sway
from my center of gravity
might fall apples
or might fall Pear

but yet I am Aware
in the small of my heart
that in the soul’s Crosshair
stands a target
too tough to Bear

shooting is useless
poking is pointless
joking is embarrassing
for people grown up
and apparently Clear

us people
taken for a ride
by something as solid
as an artifice of our Minds
and our notions on the Grind
producing a glue
that binds us to our Fear

never mind
the lack of measurable Proof
after all freud died and einstein did Too
trying to prove
that the stuff of non stuff
is meant to really load Bear

we write off the non Stuff
for being nearly all Fluff
but when it visits us
in a dream or a night Mare
isn’t it as real
as the shudder it produces
in the left ventricle
and the right Hemisphere

so then one Day
one must sit down and
let the wind Sway
a few leaves and
a lot of your matter gray

one must go Deep
to come up
with a realization Steep
which only an experience
is strong enough to Hear

so there is
always a way Around
if its not words
then it must be the Sound
of a fear running Stout
from a self coming About
from the land of no Steer

so let me figure out
from the self walking about

sir, what is it, I ask
that takes a good self
to clear the cobwebs around
its eyes and its Ear

the self asks
if you are ready for this discovery anew
then listen:

we are but one
you are me
and I am you.

bending it says in my Ear,
what we call Fear
is the separation in which souls stew
when i stay I
and you stay You

// posted by Mobius @ Wednesday, April 15, 2009 1 comments