eternal love

eternal love

Friday, May 30, 2014

The Filing Room

There's a room full of filing cabinets
Each piece of paper has something about me,
A thought in my head, an idea gone to wast
Several documents of contradiction and motivation
Swaying strong to weak each  day...
In the process of understanding. 
To big for human knowledge 

They tried to prepare medications of the mind
But never react with the soul 
Which is a sacred bound  
Between spirit and human form.

I've never gotten the relief I've needed
Like holding a child when he first comes to light
Mother is free from charring... just wants to hold him close. 
And in an insistence
She sings to the child with a name already given 
After looking in his eyes. 

The dark rooms start to open to 
The curiosity of it all.
And though it's springtime now
The summer sun is like the warmth of mother
Doing all she can to make the crib more comfortable.
To make the dreams go away. 

And now in this new generation
Of computers and video games 
A new kind of wealthy, a new kind of generosity
Some money is spent on 3D televisions 
Some money is earned from working many hours. 
Just to keep the family from starving...
Just to keep a ruff over there heads
The bills from piling... 
The things we take for granted... 
I don't like the idea of  money
But what can we do instead? 

In the matter of a 20 minute download 
my room, my life of filing systems 
Is condensed into a USB drive the size of my thumb 
It's plugged into a computer 
And every thought, memory, picture is preserved 
More organized than ever before. 
The light goes out in the filing room 
And just the dust is left from the day I was born. 

The new generation and the old 

In the process of understanding. 
To big for human knowledge 

They tried to prepare medications of the mind
But never react with the soul 
Which is a sacred bound  
Between spirit and the human form.

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