talks of nowhere

by Matthew Sharp

Im more ears than mouth lately
i never forgot what it was like
i would always tell people
that i dont believe in meditation
because there is a piece of me
inside thats always meditating
but thats just me
i think meditation is lustful like masturbation
like an empty handed dream to keep the cobwebs away
a gaze in place to keep my eyes from closing
eye of undertsanding
takes 'me un-obvious to obvious over and over
eating up life to give it a meaning
why want meaning save fear?
impressions and memories
we wear into the ancestrial tree
I either kill or strengthen will
the battle rages in me still
the mask reveals wheel after wheel
what reality?
eternal connoisseur of perpetuality
an alchemy of stone
a garden
in an active volcano


Author's Note:

Posted on 02/03/2011
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/03/11 at 11:50 AM

I enjoyed reading typo caught my eye:"valcano" should be "volcano"...

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