Best In Theory Poems
Autumn Better in Theory Than in Fact
By Elton Camp
Love of autumn many will opine
Some changing leaves do look fine
The gingko and the maple tree
Are the best colors I can see
But truthfully, when I look around
Most of the leaves simply turn brown
To praise, a special poet it does take
Surely one who doesn’t have to rake
I have to work very long and hard
To remove them from my yard
Knowing beyond any possible doubt
Next day, more will be scattered about
It makes the choice easy to understand
Why some build houses on treeless land
So as to glorious fall leaves I must say
I wish that green, all year, they’d stay
I am not sure, do i make you responsible
for the things i do
the ones i do not want to do
do i make you responsible
for the things i do not
and i want to do
in theory
in theory
what to do
that makes your life more sensfull
and what not to do
that avoids the world to fall apart
is also my responsibility
and knowing and not doing
breaks me apart
apart
we are at the same time
the things we are doing
together – but the minds try to flee
I hopelessly try to find sense
fulill the time
and you are trying to flee your mind
mind
was never something worth believing
for you
thats the one and only life
to come through
time passes by
so why
why
is the question
turning in my head and mind
that mind
that feels rather than think
what is best to do
but i can not live it with you
and still i am here
seeing your answer to time
to life
is dazing your mind
that cant answer my question
i do not want to follow
nor go away
certain minds can be juxtaposed -
one next to the other,
such that
a line -
can feel…
- like a spike!
or a cantaloupe-
…
- can graze.
-----
there are sectons in our mind -
that can run,…
parra
llel!
- and swim!
they can swim…
inside (?) themselves…
they can -
fly.
Days are sharp as memories pass
As the idle thunder attest
to storms of unsettled wrath.
They gather together on the opaque horizons.
The engines of the highway HUMM
and
the grind with the heaviness of an iron heart
…eons-long!
Full of oily thoughts and rusted parts,
in memorium when machines ran
by our hand only in the theory of history, Grand!
The city reeks of oblivion and abstract thoughts…
Infinities' echos were sharp redrawn imagery…
Antiquated days nestled in idol thunder!
of tomorrow’s memories…ALL
In the theory of memory
Now all color is
…is the color of embers
As we rust like echos that pass
into the wasted days, abstract!
In theory of memory…
Only the bitter last!
Possibility or unexpected chances
Horizons that present changes, a chance
The same instance that casualties
And victims panic
My antics expire frantic
How can we handle this
An obstacle is an obstacle, matter or not
A sleeping bag, one empty parking lot
One day your up the next day your not
What’s real and what’s not
Circumstances exhibit voluntary products to make reference
Heaven’s a treasure
Hell a worthy experience
You just have to make clearance
Time will take you back
Further into this design we roam
Casually or alone
Belief is acquired through tradition
Yet it’s unknown
My thoughts, your substance
Our universe to be
The timeliness of this reality
Is it only a world of you and me
Conscience, unconscious,
A higher possibility
For those of us dying to live
A message from we living to die
Life is an eternity to last
Then again perhaps righteousness
Is but a concern of the past
And yet we all laugh
A final meal
We breathe, we gasp
My exhausted state of being
A lifeless fantasy
Crystallized in stones off the coast of Japan
Trapped between the things I cannot do without
And the things I can
The burden and trials of an everyday man
If I love you it’s in my mind
If I have feelings for you
It’s a chemical rush
While thoughts linger around this concept
I continue my mission
To break apart your traditional images
I’d speak up but you’d probably say
I’m trying to impose my assumptions
Strangled in this realm of reality
Making it difficult to function
Form:
Orange you checking that Theory
maybe with a Google query?
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe in
1. Cartegena :II
repeat
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe in
2. Calais :II
repeat
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe in
3. Bombay :II
repeat
II: i want to see
you across from me
at a table in a cafe.....
Everyday
repeat
no coda to
ever take place
Form: