Worldview: an overview

I only write poems about things that matter once in a blue moon. My poems are usually about a feeling or an image in my head. But sometimes, I get so overwhelmed with my own thoughts and I have to write them down. I do it honestly. If I am angry, I will write angry. If I am resolute...etc. There is probably too much here, and its all packed in tight. So, read slowly, and maybe you will stay with me.


This Room Was Once So Still

Before, when mothers held the children softly,
we were never scared.
The house’s gentle noises let us know it was all settling down.
Fires crackled calm reminders of our safety and comfort.
We were going to be okay.

Then, not to be denied by our created consolation,
it crept in quietly.
The knowledge drifted over us like cigarette smoke.
We breathed the in the creeping mist.
It was inescapable.

Our hopes were so simple. New bikes for Christmas, family tree reports, and chalk to make foursquare courts. We chased the blonde girls in class and stood atop jungle gyms as kings. It was all so far ahead of us.

Now we test genitals for diseases
telling each other we will never love enough to make forever last for ever.
Our parents showed us just how important promises really are.

An entire generation of genius wasted on friend requests and about me’s.
Japanese bukkake and German women shitting in each other’s mouths…government secrets and conspiracy films…abortions and hangings…celebrity nose jobs and blow jobs

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We know too much
and our lives are too long;
the apathy of post-modern philosophy is purely a reaction:

“We can become our dreams, but maybe dreams are lies to help us fall asleep. We can love, but maybe love is nothing like we were taught. We can elect change, but maybe change is nothing like we thought.”

It is counter-intuitive to have faith in things we cannot see.

It takes courage to be sure of what we hope for.

The greatest romance we have in this world of knowledge is belief in something greater than just what we know, faith that the knowledge is far more pure than the knowing.
What is true must be true because it was created to be true.

But, this world is not so still.