Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.227.89.169
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Who are you and who am I
and could it be we’re kindred spirits 
deep inside?  
And I wonder if this life’s a dream, the matrix 
of an endless scheme
begotten long ago, 
when time was not 
and the only thought 
was how long until they know? 
How long until they know I’m “We”
and learn eventually to see 
that most of what they read and learned 
was nothing more than food for worms 
squirming ‘round inside their heads 
distracting from themselves instead.
  
So much to understand it’s true
but simple as the sky is blue 
all tangled up like string in glue
like who was Jesus in the flesh
and was he really, truly Blessed?
(I hear it now: “That man’s a mess.”) 
But not the first to question thus 
as truth is written in the dust 
by the winners, spinners, sinners deep
luring others fast asleep.  
(Now I lay me down to rest 
and pray my soul wakes up progressed
up Jacobs ladder to the gates 
opened wide to celebrate.)
Even while we wander ‘round
in this mysterious dreamscape land
missing countless miracles 
of each moment of life at hand.  
Through pages of the ages of
every breath of birth, death,
love and living we extol
through consciousness of the cosmos, 
the Holy Grail to our One Great Soul.
Don’t we perceive the universe the same: 
Earth, moon, stars, cold, heat and flames?
Connected, yet disconnected,
separate and still One: 
seeing the world through different eyes 
like separate rays of the Sun.
Inescapable as planets are to stars
while never even knowing that 
is who we are.  
While sleeping and awakening repeatedly
as we do from day to day,
perhaps to do so endlessly  
isn’t so far away.   

And if dreams mean anything 
beyond awakening at dawn,
perhaps it’s time to reimagine  
where life begins and ends 
while sitting still 
and moving on.     

© Terrell Martin, 02/06/2025
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required