Poems of the WORLD and US --by Matthew Tallow--

Emptiness

is

right

in

front

of

us

but

the world

keeps

filling

it

in

before

we

can

ever

see

the sacred

at

The soul

worries

the world

is

burning,

the ground

dying,

rocks

cracking,

but

all

the soul

needs

to

be

quieted

is

us

seeing

the diamonds

of

the sun

glittering

on

the wide

The fresh

ocean

wind

scours

our

minds

of

unneeded

thoughts

fading

in

the sparkling

air,

the admonishment

to

embrace

a faultless

life

ringing

in

our

The reason

we

feel

loneliness

at

the ocean

is

our

thinking

is

flawed,

the lurching

ocean

turns

away

from

our

misunderstanding,

our

faltering

hearts

stranded

on

Our

thinking

we

are

virtuous

keeps

our

wayward

souls

hiding

from

us,

we

embrace

our

flaws

not

to

lose

our

When

we

accept

the hurts

and

fear

of

living,

we

prepare

ourselves

for

the

big

one

accepting

our

final

split-second

in

the world

if

we

A part

of

yourself

has

no

purpose

other

than

staying

alert

and

listening,

skipping

over

distractions,

living

in

the hollow

spaces

of

the world,

the silence

of

life

starting

with

The ghost

world

inside

us

will

die

if

we

try

to

compel

it

in

any

way,

it

being

the uncontrollable

half

of

who

we

We

live

over

again

every

memory

gaining

a new

understanding

we

were

always

happy

even

though

we

thought

we

We

look

around

at

the agitated

world

alive

with

blood-filled

joy,

the sparsity

of

space

separating

us,

we

don't

need

to

talk,

our

steadfastness

Being

open-minded

advances

the knowledge

we

have,

boosting

our

receptivity

to

the world,

unlocking

deception,

our

knowing

glance

saying

we

got

Our

wanting

uses

up

the riches

of

the world,

but

our

plan

of

genuine

sensitivity

to

others

puts

to

rest

looking

out

only

for

We

can't

be

saved

from

our

final

frailty,

but

at

the end

of

life

we

will

know

all

we

ever

knew,

taking

control

of

the time

we

At

our

death

we

readily

give

up

our

riches

and

our

virtue,

our

lifetimes

getting

rewritten

under

the absolute

rules

of

eternity,

even

our

ghosts

don't

know

The world

does

not

forgive

us

for

our

ailing

hearts,

not

letting

our

veins

go

on

trembling,

the paths

we

are

on

crumbling

before

us,

calmness

only

The gray

rain

makes

the world

melancholy

but

we

don't

mind,

thinking

the water

brings

the world

back

to

life

giving

us

all

we

We

are

used

to

our

selfish

wanting

being

rewarded,

keeping

us

from

understanding

the only

way

we

can

know

why

we

are