Quietly>>>>>>>

 

 

Sitting

Quietly by the window

There is a thought falling from the sky

Within those simple questions of why

Those boundaries of despair

Crouching along egoistic realities

I am locked within a dungeon of philosophies

glancing with the cranium

Intellect corrupted with emotional drains of life

Absorbing this madness

Running wild across this barren turmoil of ideologies’

 

I cannot accept

Those embedded views of constant reminders

Humanity lost among them selves

Crying the shame of idol gods

No understanding of wisdom

Hidden within the depths of the soul

 

As I watch the sky of hope

The window is my barrier of sanity

It’s illusion of blue incorporating my acts of process

Reflecting upon those questions

Narrated by the decisions of mayhem on the loose

Sexual orientation has no longer become an issue

Survival already crossed that barrier

Even though the polygamists and foreign harems can’t

Quite come up to par

Sitting

Quietly by the window

My eyes don’t need to touch death

For imagination can fly the skies as

It rides the wind and carries to my mind

Sitting at the table

Starvation slips past my senses and yet

I know it is a tragedy

My other senses crawl from within my belly

Reminding me of where I truly am

I see no warlords outside my window

Or warships among the skies

Blackwater mercenaries

Haven’t secured my backyard

Yet the closeness of drug wars blends into my thoughts

No one ask me who I am or where I came from

ICE is not at my door even though I do have brown skin

 

Acknowledging immigration issues is not my assigned position

While the society of where I live wages war and hate to end its condition

Beneath it all the past comes to the forefront

Color still laughs at the concept of discrimination

Even political cries and laws of its nature exist

Brown, black, white

Native

Latino, Asian, Foreigner

Terrorist among religious fanatics

Homegrown warriors fighting against their own

 

 

Sitting

Quietly by the window

The sky turning to gray

Tomorrow will bring more of the same

And soon the setting sun

Will lay darkness upon my eyes

 

 

By Art Sun

04/27/2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Nothing Personal]

Oh Art. This is a classic. I love how you have wrapped the truth in such a wonderful cover and presented it to us. I can feel the deep angst , sorrow, hidden despair and anger of the speaker amongst the context of a changing society with its changing issues, changing focuses..It's a beautiful read specially because the background was perfect for the emotion to unfold when u unfolded it..Great piece of poetry. And top draw stuff on your details ...

[Maryanne M.]

This reminds me so much of this:

I am afraid our eyes are bigger than our brain
That we have more curiosity than understanding
For we grasp at all, but catch nothing but wind.

And indeed, the world is changing. This poem is well thought out. It speaks of reality.

[Art]

thank you Maryanne...an appreciated review, my poetic friend...

[Sami Khalil]

The window is my barrier of sanity... Very nice write along with the whole poem...
And the American Indians make it so special...

[Art]

I was actually sitting by the window when I wrote this...but the poem is more than I realized once I posted it...thank you ...

[Sami Khalil]

Great work... It is those weird moments when we write the best...

[Art]

yes it is...I went through a time...a few years...where I just couldn't stop coming up with poems that just seemed more intense and filled with world situations...but I guess it turned out pretty well....

[Sami Khalil]

I agree... Thank you for everything...

[Art]

no my friend ... thank you...a pleasure to have you as a new friend...

[Diego Paz]

I really enjoy your writing Art, and this was no exception. Deep, and sad. The meaning behind this piece is universal yet, incredibly personal. That last stanza was significant. It stuck to me.

[Art]

thanks Diego...one of my favorites...I am enthused by your response and review...

[Elisa Laura]

Loved this, that's the answer.... ;)
as you know why, people always are sitting next or close to windows,
When they are in doubt, or are in wondering state....

So narrative, lovely and heartfelt this write, like I feel you roots, passing by
During I read this write. Cherokee spoken, sang, loved it....
Your words are dancing grace here. Rooted, Keen insight, and feelings....
I didn't expected otherwise, from one MA master :)

A very healing, loving and restful write

E.L.

[Art]

this poem grounds me...each time I go back a read through it it makes me realize who and where I am...although it entails a variety of issues in the end we are left but to allow the day to end within a repetition of life...thank you for taking time to sift through it and respond ...truly appreciated...

[Elisa Laura]

You're more than welcome, I loved it!

[Art]

smiles...

[Elisa Laura]

Smiling always to true buddies! :D

[Art]

yes you are...

[Tate Morgan]

It always amazes me when asked what my race is I always say human

[lynn]

Beautiful!

[Priscilla Moore]

Once again the roots of souls past have been embedded into my blood and you speak to bring upon awakenings and I hear with the senses beyond my eyes, my ears, and my mind.
Masterpiece upon masterpiece.

[Mary Fioratti]

Such deep and beautiful poem, Art. I think that wisdom is a treasure that few know...When we realize how important it is, we can see through the window a new picture of life.
It is not easy handle life. But it is not so difficult with wisdom.

((((((hugs))))))
*Mary*

[rosemary keogh]

Wow art u are a true inspiration. love ur work. :)

[soulsearching]

Amazing.... write!!