�Citizen�s Advice Bureau�

�Citizen�s Advice Bureau�

A Poem by Steven Pottle

You want enlightenment? An educated insight?
How can I put life into simple sentences?
The wrecked remains of our old selves
Each broken brick crumbled with remembrance
Those complex mixtures that make up all of ‘us’
We are beautiful, messy, ugly, simple, complicated, fleshy creatures
I think repeatedly about these days, but without any conclusions
Why are the vicious circles always coming back?
My brain plays tricks- it sticks and stinks my rational
I guess this is the meaning of life- forever just out of our grip of understanding…
Who am I to say what you should do next with yourself?

So please don’t ask me for guidance on where you should go next as I am somewhere in between
The floor that I was travelling to disappeared out of view- when I arrive, I’ll give you a shout out or flare signal
But for now the floors explored just made the journey that more complicated and unreachable  
Making an explanation much more difficult to express into something simple

You need a reasonable view of what that touch represents? Was that their best kiss ever given?
How can I declare my stand on love?
When we fall in love at every station, every late night drunken take-away counter
Those random men that dart their hungry eyes twice on certain streets
Do we always follow the swallows down deep dark alleyways and kneel?
And on our return to the everyday do we pretend that nothing ever happened?
We all witness the signs, yet they never register until we’ve gone too far
Until we are flying off the handle, handlebars to the wind, driving up the wrong way, lost all direction, when we’ve embraced the decay, “Everything’s OK darling”…
Who am I to say what is right and what might be forever?

Love can make the world go round, but passion can bring it smashing back down again
These feelings may make the world go spinning, but this openness can also be a head on collision
Who is really destroyed when these worlds collide? Are you hurt on the surface or deep down inside?
The rough and smooth of the rubble fractures what we had before- is love always this difficult to explore?
Now I am in pieces also, so can I honestly offer advice on anything, anymore?

© 2009 Steven Pottle


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Steven Pottle
Steven Pottle

London, South London, United Kingdom



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