distance

Poem: Staring in the distance

~ John Loraine ~ 15 Comments

The poem like the sun that shines through everything,
Shines through the darkness and blinds you.
A sunny day is just a sunny day unless you
Get a chance to enjoy it.
Who needs all the trees in the world
And who needs all the birds?
We have jobs, we have beer,
We have corporations and we have wars.
You pick your battles sometimes but
Most of the time they pick you
And fucking beat you to the ground.
The strongest man will survive,
This is the game and somebody
Is playing you all the time.
It is too dark to see and yet
There is just so much of it,
So much of everything
That with time it just doesn’t matter
It becomes your new life.
People change as they should
Not always for their best,
How can anybody be the best
When we all are running on power reserve?
The trees are blooming again
And it is this time of the year
When you just want all that shit
Go to hell, and disappear.
You just stare into the distance
Thinking about nothing,
With a cold beer in your hand,
Not a worry about anything.
Tomorrow will arrive
As it usually does.

Poem: People like islands

~ John Loraine ~ 10 Comments

It’s ok to be alone and not to ask questions.
Sometimes the most important
Things are left unspoken.
We all know what it is, but we don’t say it aloud.
People are like islands; they all have so much in common
But they are much different on the inside
And there is all this water between them
That it takes a boat to go from one place to the other.
Sometimes it takes a lifetime to arrive
Where you wanted.
And it takes forever to reach somebody’s mind or heart
So distant and so foreign and yet so familiar.

People are at their best when they are alone,
Then they put on the mask and walk outside
Hiding their souls and pretending not to be themselves anymore.
It is a hard game to play, and rules change all the time.
We don’t create the rules. Somebody else does. We just follow.
We don’t question. We keep it all inside unanswered and just
Like the bird locked up in the cage, beating up against the walls
Trying to get out, but it’s not possible unless
Somebody let it happen.
The sky is so close but so far away at the same time and
We all can see it, but we cannot touch it.

We can only come closer to it in our dreams.
Dream little people, dream, while the night sleeps
While the day’s done, until the next time,
Until the next day, when you will hopefully
See the daylight again. You will put your mask on and
Go out there into the world of mystery and questions,
And into the unspoken thoughts and dreams,
Trying to survive again, trying to reach the sky,
While drowning in the waters of everyday life,
More and more, deeper and deeper
Until there is nothing else to do
But to get to the bottom at peace
With peace of your mind.