A Non-Poem

[theREALsun]

it's all about timing
and time is no longer real
if ever it was
timing of paths crossing
of new life
and new love
meeting someone at the place
at the time
at the space and pace
you were supposed to
are you supposed to?
is anyone supposed to anything?
supposed....... supposed.......
say it again
supposed.
to suppose according to who?
and by what nature?
thiers?
yours?
His?
Hers?
how can anyone suppose anything is nothing is real?
and to suppose something is real,
what is this supposed reality?
reality....... reality
say it again
reality?
the question mark, i suppose.
and suppose again.
so am i supposed to be here right now?
it feels right
if not here
where?
and when?
question marks for emphasis?
or am i supposing for a reaction?
reaction to what i am unsure
i am unsure of everything and everyone
and everyplace
can you ever be sure about anything?
sure....... sure
say it again
sure.
say it one more time and i may be unsure.
sure.
sitting here where i am supposed
assuming i am supposed,
to be
feels pretty alright
feels very alright
in this attic
on a computer foreign to me
actually this room is foreign to me
foreign...... foreign
say it again, and it may be familiar
foreign
where am i?
who am I?
there are the question Mark's again?
how did i get here?
did i assume that i am welcome?
assume...... assume
say it again and i will be an ass
assume.
it is familiar to feel lost
lost in this supposed reality?
assuming that i am sure?
i was recently reacquainted with God.
i think
think...... think
say it again and i may be unsure
think.
i sometimes forget that i Do have some faith
i always knew i had it
but then let it get lost
and forget how to retrieve it
it tuggs and tuggs at me
and i never know what it is
say it again and maybe i will remember
tuggs.
i do remember that feeling of being alive
that i sometimes forget
and get lost in my own supposed reality
but how can mine be different than yours?
yet how could it ever be the same?
alive....... alive
say it again and i may believe it?
alive.
beauty and breath and colors and love
is that alive?
is it possible to sympathize with the reality?
supposed, of course
to understand the nature of paths crossing
and being sure that you are supposed to be here
right now
understand....... understand
say it again and maybe i will make sense
understand.
nah, i don't make sense even to me.
sometimes i can't stand the sound of my own voice
so i stop talking
sometimes i can't stand the thoughts in my head
so i go to sleep
sometimes i can't stand why i constantly feel plaqued
so i smile and say happy things
i am my own worst enemy
i am my own worst enemy
i am my only enemy
sometimes i want to get out of my own skin
and roll around in a vat of sugar
to make me sweet and sticky
because i can't stand such things within me
within me....... within me
say it again and maybe i figure them out
within me.
question Mark?

[BandAide]

Here's what I wish:

I wish that we were real friends and you could come over to my house and we could sit around saying, "Listen to this one..." and read each other our poems one after the other... And by the end of the night we'd have thrown back a bottle of wine and a box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts (if you're not allergic, that is) and laughed our asses off at all the nasty things we wrote about our ex-boyfriends and what a big deal they seemed like--- at the time.

I have a lot of poems with titles that claim unpoetry. I think I do it when I wrote a poem but I dont feel like it flows. But what you've written here-- it flows. I love your repetition. I love your visuals... which is your strength, I think. Both you and Peacefrog have a really great talent to capturing a feeling in a visual... which is plenty hard to do!

Anyway, "you wanna come over?"

[theREALsun]

LOL..... fer sure :)
i feel ya, sounds dreamy.

thanks ;)

[theREALsun]

i'll bring the choc covered macadamia nuts
because i am not allergic (whew!) ;)

[mountain_mama]

Hmmmm... you two remind me of this:

We talk
scattering our words like paper birds
that flock towards a gentle wind
flavored with the afternoon scent of
sandlewood hair.



P.S
I love your writing realsun. It is always a pleasure to read.

[goldendharmabum]

if that was a non-poem.. then i must confess my only true interest must be in such things.. i loved it, definitely. it felt sort of like dancing through your head for a moment.. only along that certain corridor of course.. but still.. very vivid and contemplative. thanks for the post.. you, my dear, have made my morning.
peace love unity
joe

[theREALsun]

thank you, kind sir
i am flattered
especially since you,
indeed, have let me dance
through your head,
as well......
i do keep up with your random raving nonsense
which is strange that,
to me,
it makes nothing but sense..... :D

mountain mama, that is perfection!
thank you :D

[RockyJay]

theREALsun, may we ask for more? :)