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Poem - The Idealist
This prose poem is about space and time existing not only of our minds, but of one another. The Idealist and his partner are characters gazing the stars, sharing wisdom, and falling in love for the sake of sanity. They are lovers of art, science and philosophy. "The Idealist" was inspired by the writings of Walt Whitman, one of the greatest American poets in history.
Countless stars portray the unknown, while our endless universe screams in silence. We are forever formed in space and time, trying to find the answers beyond our reach. It contains all. Curiosity is so strong, so sweet. Lets discover the unknown or witness the end of time. Let us embody old-fashioned values that fulfill our great character, our great company with one another. Lets gain comfort in all things we are, all things we dream, and all things we do.
The atmosphere shines on, as I look at you looking at me. Your eyes pierce right through my very soul and grasp the ongoing rhythm of my heart. There is not a moment I would trade; not one second, not one syllable spoken. Your timeless truth speaks encouraging words, for I own a sympathetic ear that longs to hear. I shall not whisper, nor whimper. I shall sing and dance with the humid air clinging to my back and underneath my clothes.
There is inception here and now. There is perfection here and now. Let us walk hand in hand, wave smoke from our luscious mouths, and taste the tasteless air, lingering from a distance. Perhaps we will become naked and explore our restless figures. I aspire to inspire you, as you aspire to inspire me. I am a poet with my words scribbled in my books and in my veins. I have writer's hands and I grant you creative expressions. You are an artist with your canvas spilled with paint and black ink. The turn of your wrist, the pulse of your being, is art. You grant me creative expressions.
Space and time exists within our minds, within each other. It is present, past, and future. Broken hearts and lonely hearts shall be no more. Love is asking to be loved. I invite you, as you invite me. Let us share numerous nights of laughter, stargazing, and daydreaming. We are divine. Let us observe nature and express what needs expressing. Our minds shape the marble world with our senses, our experiences. Lets entrust spiritual ideas with our friends and neighbors of our great land, our great skies.
We can talk, we can have a conversation. Same old stories, dull and boring, shall be no more. Let us converse about light traveling faster than sound and gravity pulling us to the ground. Let us be inseparable kindred spirits, a true work of art and creation. Your presence is brilliant amongst the vivid clouds soaring through infinite space, infinite time. The whispering winds throw confetti. It whispers so gently, "Flair, flair- it's in your stare. Give a smile if you dare. Love, love- it's in your soul. Give a taste delicious and bold."
I've spent numerous hours beside you, beside me. Your physical closeness triggers something primitive deep within the depths of my liveliness. The scent of your body intoxicates my every notion, my every passion. Let us overwhelm our surroundings, our undying love. Kiss me if you dare. I long for your embrace. Things are much clearer now, forever and today. Lets change with the seasons, and reason with our truth. You are the idealist, I am you.