Some kind of Knowing

Noises move strange to me. Ever since I was a kid.

Buzzing lights so way far up near every sneaker skid.

Or the bizzarrest most distant far away things.

Water drip rings,

Wet foot falls in the halls of spring.

Story filled fluttering walls full of life choices.

Blowing winds carrying little far away voices,

whispering about how at the bridge on a walk,

where the crick that would talk.

Didn't have too much to say and I liked it that way.

When I was a kid noises left a strange glow.

Dreams in which you didn't know which way to go.

Created here amidst such pressure of knowing.

Nobody wants to feel it, most abhor the pain of growing.

So many pass it off as if it could be washed down the drain.

Erased from their brain banished into anothers domain.

This plane that exists.

Between two opposite separate fazes.

Oneness's life crushing weight of every wavy waves

smashing against the strength of individual's who amazes.

Patiently I wait here at my core.

Painkillers that succor.

I don't want to take them anymore.

Tirelessly shoveling, feeding the flames.

All the worlds sorrows, right into the blaze.

Grief and despair, intimately i feel it

all those lost hopes and dreams, that's how i heal it.

This place with its furnace powering so great a sigil

Smiles simmer to a boil.

A great hope amidst such turmoil.

Helps me to laugh and laugh as I toil.

When I was still small.

Different dimensions i visited them all.

Whenever the noises would call.

Chemicals hit your brain

too hot to contain

too smart for the heart

when love lends a head start.

For my friends i send loving realms

I've won from unforgiving helms.