All Those Darn Someones
Someone called me callous,
They called me cruel.
(I swear I heard them think it!)
Their brain said that I'm a fool.
In their mind they dissected me:
Eye-analysis on overdrive.
You could hear the cogs whirring
(If they judge me, they'll survive.)
A factory of pronouncements,
Presumed deep, yet skin level
Those someones out there in cahoots
Try to shake my steady bevel.
They think I'm face, or persona,
Or profession, or ethnicity.
On their coloring book world
They scribble bright toxicity.
While I, supposed human, soar
Oe'r plains and city smog,
Absorbing psychic sentiments,
I bask within life's bog.
Crying triumph in the sewers
and glee on courthouse stairs,
I curse with smiling michief;
I soak up wary glares.
I dance in rain and climb on stone,
Forget cruel, callous world.
I sleep in air and fall through water.
I am sharp, they are blurred;
They nothing, I It All:
I find those someones' thoughts absurd
Thus, I their feeble shadows maul.
Notes
This poem is a shout out especially to the more energetically sensitive people out there that strongly feel others' thoughts and feelings. It talks about sensing their judgements, as well as rejecting them, in a humorous way. It explores the natural 'egoic' reactions to interfacing with others, culminating in the final admittance in the last stanza "They [are] nothing, I It All!" This is the overestimation of the personality of its own capacity, as well as the yearning to burst its own bounds and become more than "face, persona, profession, ethnicity." The ego is terrified of knowing what is greater than it, for at the greatest extent, it means its dissolution. Here's the recording of this poem:
► Listen on DSound
► Listen from source (IPFS)
► Listen on Soundcloud
Writing by
4/19/18
.
Photographs by
Luigi Scuderi
.1 — "Crowd"
2 — "Thoughts"
3 — "Chess"
4 — "Tovel Reflection"
.
Join the Steem Schools
Discord here: https://discord.gg/Ukubp9R
We have free daily poetry classes
on weekdays from 5-7 PM UTC
open to anyone!
