38. The Club of Open Minds

Meh, this is just something I have been thinking about for a while now (: You know, how shallow humanity is and all that fun stuff? Here's a poem that I hope at least one of the few people reading this will understand...like really...understand and think about in life. Enjoy <3

September 6, 2009

Lay eyes on the girl strutting down the street
Tell me, what do you see?
The haircut, the top, the high heel shoes?
How ignorant we all must be

See the lank, husky man standing in the alley
The one with the serpent tatoo?
He must be a very menacing man,
For ink on skin really defines you...

Imagine that that sheer layer of skin
Guarding your body from being exposed
Imagine it shedding and falling apart
Until the only thing left of you were muscles and bones

This is how we all are on the inside
No body would be able to assess us then
We are marvels, unique singletons
Individual men and women

Sure, some of us are muddled in the head
And a few of us are noticeably greedy
Most of us humans are solely egocentric
Don’t even think twice about the needy

A few of us had jagged patches in our lives
Secrets we don’t even share with our friends
We sometimes have made faulty choices in life
Now we’re waiting for our blunders to mend

One thing we all possess is a beating heart
And veins that keep us moving on
We rely on this system to keep us alive
‘Til the one faithful day we are gone

Join the Club of Open Minds
Realize that we are more than our skin
Peer acutely into your mind
And welcome the person within

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We Pretend

We pretend that we'll live forever That tomorrow will bring something better We pretend we're not made of stars As we roam the streets and bars We pretend we'll never die That our kids won't ever cry Over the loss that is our end Every student, teacher, friend Everyone we've ever known Has a constellation they call home When the moon comes out at night I look to them to see the light To all those who did pretend That their story would never end But on some nights, breezy and clear I see the stars and they feel near I can grasp one and hold it in my hand As it takes me to another land We pretend this earth is all there is to see Yet the stars and crickets have spoken to me We pretend we'll never die Because we truly won't To someone's eye

Lost in Rio

Jesus looks over The lost souls and bones below In the jungle sun To witness such beauty And such devastation God painted with one brushstroke Merry men sing Holes in their shoes The dark night lit up By police sirens And the crescent moon Bats flail around Like me, lost in the jungle Eyes glaring all around I hope they're monkeys Or jaguars I hope I can keep a piece of This country with me Safe in my pocket It smells like tropical rain And feels like The clam shells Washed up on the shore It tastes like fried bananas And heavily salted steak Sounds like seabirds cawing Samba on the streets And looks like a page From a storybook About parrots and palm trees Of finding a golden treasure A magnificent, uneasy place When she sun goes down So do we Leaving the night To the creepy crawlers And innocent stray cats

Miles Away

I refuse to sell my heart, not for twenty-five cents The auction is closed, ladies and gents I’ve already sold my eyes, when they caught sight of the streets So now everyone can see the beauty of my Italian retreat I sold my tongue for gelato, feeling so young Letting the wild berries dance around on my tongue I sold my feet when I traveled to see our Holy Mother in gold Like a saint on a mission, I’ll walk until I get old I sold my ears when I heard beautiful Aida open her lips Echoing through the theatre in which the ancients used to sit But I won’t sell my heart, it is still free For my heart belongs to God and not really to me My heart aches for home, too many miles away Yet for now I am here and I will live for today Yes, I sold my eyes to Italy; it’s all I can see How I wish you were here seeing these treasures with me I’ll try to buy back my sight, taste, and ears too So that I’ll be able to share these memories with you

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