As I hear upon these words
I feel nothing words mean nothing
to me just concepts
Grave perceptions of the mind,
with no meaning In a world I don't
understand I sit and listen
I fall upon your words
but pay no attention
No feelings are caused
no thoughts of importance
the candy shell around your
sentences are not enough
To hide the truth from my sullen eyes
I have seen the days
I have seen the hours
Truth be it be told
that words and only words
were sacred to me but
to me is not to them
to fall asleep wishing to dream
Dream of an ocean
of thought to feel connected
to all that is, is where I seem to be
and in this time of longing A word
is not a thing it is a human response
to a thing where did it all go
wrong why did it stop
For he who reads these words
read them well For those who
mistunderstand me for those who
have judged The time exists for all
to see the crystal clear reality
And hold it in your hearts,
That is where I'll rest
Rest upon your heart and
soul be the one to show you home
As I hear these words
I feel something the wind is sweet
Blowing on my face it feels
such a splendid pleasure
Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-our-poor-pathaetes/
