I think I'm a little awake

GouletGoulet Posts: 918
edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Who doesn't know more
then they're supposed to,
and who doesn't know less
then they want to,
and who knows anything
ridiculous or righteous or
obscene and absurd.
Seems there’s lots of people,
lots of men and women and boys
and girls and old folks,
and lots of people who are
thirty-something or twenty-something
or teenagers,
lots of people who know too much
about any one thing or
everything,
and no one can do too much of anything.
Seems like kids and adults
both lie in their beds
and think about committing suicide
or think about buying groceries
tomorrow or think about raising a family,
but with who,
or think about who they are or why they’re here
or what they’re doing and why are they doing it,
or they think that nothing could be much worse
or much better
or even maybe they’re a little happy
or depressed,
and they’re all lying alone,
all these kids and adults,
parents and sons and daughters,
all these loners and junkies and bums,
and these married lovers,
and one-night lovers and prostitute-lovers,
and all these truck drivers are lying in their cabs,
and girl scouts are lying in their tents
and sports stars are lying down to sleep alone,
as are regular, old-fashioned, down-home,
dry-wit, conservative-liberal, lonely lovers,
all lying down
waiting for a good-night kiss,
and a pinch from the warm body next to them
that might give them the feeling
that everything could be alright.
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  • coleencoleen Posts: 938
    Originally posted by Goulet

    all lying down
    waiting for a good-night kiss,
    and a pinch from the warm body next to them
    that might give them the feeling
    that everything could be alright.

    amen, a beauty as always. the anticipation between your posts though is bound to be the end of me. :)



    this poem makes me think of a leonard cohen song

    For the heart with no companion

    I greet you from the other side
    Of sorrow and despair
    With a love so vast and shattered
    It will reach you everywhere
    And I sing this for the captain
    Whose ship has not been built
    For the mother in confusion
    Her cradle still unfilled
    For the heart with no companion
    For the soul without a king
    For the prima ballerina
    Who cannot dance to anything
    Through the days of shame that are coming
    Through the nights of wild distress
    Tho' your promise count for nothing
    You must keep it nonetheless
    You must keep it for the captain
    Whose ship has not been built
    For the mother in confusion
    Her cradle still unfilled
    For the heart with no companion ...
    I greet you from the other side ...
  • keven 33keven 33 Posts: 259
    i love this poem, seems much like an essay as well as poetry


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    make sure you study for you final
    convicted
  • goulet you and me be thinkin some similiar stuff
    its so intimidating sometimes this world and the wise seems we always have questions i mean some of us like me think ya know that money or fame might help us become content but really we all have to battle every single day to stay faithful and strong for our brothers and sisters

    i know it probably sounds like im trying to read you mind but im just trying to be cool here i mean cmon
    im loveandrew-wood im 500 im from pluto
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