I Just Wasn't Made For These Times (free verse poem)

I JUST WASN'T MADE FOR THESE TIMES By Jesse Scobie

You can see the signs on the highway
They tell you lies with truth that's sad
Your mind wanders every which way
Till its full of ghosts some good some bad
With perceptions that sting like scorpions
Who feed on the illusion that time is a man who watches bananas fall out of the moon while sucking his thumb. Who is this in the telephone speaking to me in tongues of rainbow icicles who laugh at bunnies who have sex with doctors from Obama's mind. I believe when I talk I am opening a voice for the souls who try to reach inside the glass window. They are trapped and I think I can help them believe in age and wisdom and when I walk outside I see the beautiful colors which go insane and then flip out into birds and walruses who flip coins to see who makes love at the fountain at the bottom of the white house where some people think destiny trickles down like water into mouths of needy. Some people buy their love at supermarkets and mega stores I like to think of love like a candy which sometimes I devour outright even though I know it hurt my teeth and blood sugar in the end, pleasure and pain go hand and hand to feel what it is like to have consciousness and perception. Subjectivity is great when you feel the ride of tomorrow at your feet, don't bend over for things that do not matter and life is going to be okay.

Buddha is watching over you, Jesus is in the driver's seat watching the waves pour down over the valleys. God is in the back seat laughing about how fun school was in the beginning and I sit here smiling thinking of my fetus developing into the genius of thought and how it breaks through a glass ceiling where feelings run free and dreams are able to weave through and bless those with the ability to experience them fully. Time is on our side and until we die we can appreciate everything incrementally, it's cool to see yourself appear in a thought, like a snowflake falling towards the earth not knowing where it's headed. It's just going on a journey, you don't think about it you just experience the sensation of falling, of a certain thing called time going by.

The truth is everything is becoming towards a single goal of what everyone expresses to be different things through a singularity. The mind cannot speak for the soul it is a bad translator who confuses it's purposes with it's instincts and takes for granted the ability to exist at all. We must think like the snowflake and live like we're falling through a journey in the moment without having consequences in thought, without the pleasure, the pain, the feelings of separateness, this is what makes things more than great, it is the ingenious of the human experience. This is life in it's fullest.

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