Listen

Loosen that mind, thrill seeker, fast floater, rainbow painter, onlooker
Take the top off your head, give that brain some air
Look behind those eyes, you dare, you dare

Separate that thought, intellectual, poet, bridge builder, passive smoker
Hold that breath, take some time out
Think that thought louder, and shout

View from above, decision maker, button presser, cloud breaker, complacent taker
Run 'til it hurts, feel the road
Solve the problem, break that code

Listen to the wind, ghost, secret agent, sculptor, peacekeeper
Write those tomes, design that instrument
Build the new world and be content

©2004 Hey Hey

great fun with word play!

I thought I might have had the vacuum on too high!

I've got a few like that - where you just put words together because they create a fun-scape, for lack of a better... word.

The many differences in our lives are what keeps us in search for greatness.

I wouldn't call this play on words or fun word-play as much as I recognize the fundamental virtues of change, chance, conformity and respect, written within the words of this piece.

For the true blind are not the one without sight, but one without the ability or willingness to see.
I enjoyed this.

Aiyana

Thanks Aiyana and Mark. I have come back to this poem myself for a fresh look. This time it is truely meaningful to me, although I can quite understand it might be cryptic to others or have different interpretations.

I really enjoyed this....Good poem.

wonderful write.. i also liked reading it..

misty........

Many thanks Silke and misty.

I simply identify and love every word within the text.

It describes my situation from a third person's point of view, maybe I see what Aiyana sees too ? I do not know for sure.

Absolutely frikkin' brilliantly written Hey Hey

namaste

-J-

I think my high is on vacuum, does that sounds strange enough ?

J, You have made me feel good.

It's my job and I love it !

'nuff said

-J-

this is definitely a personal favorite of mine among your many wonderful poems, my dear friend.

your poetry is so thoughtful, so literally filled with thought, dense with it; i enter a poem of yours and linger awhile, and i find that to be a very good thing indeed in a poem.

my love, respect, and solidarity to you, my dear friend.

p. s.: i tried to post this reply in boldface and in larger letters, but those options are now denied me by a higher power. so if my reply reads tepid relative to those of mine in the past, it is not through any tepidity on my part; my feelings toward my friends are always warm, bold, in color, and... apparently... annoying to some.

however:

die gedanken sind frei

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new development just since i posted this: no capital letters, none at all. now i am forced to look like e. e. cummings. i don't know what is going on.

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update: the grammatically necessary capitalisations have returned... i think... but someone is clearly playing with me, making me look--and feel--most unwelcome. i get the hint, but i am stubborn.

note to the one doing this: you are hacking into my writing even as i write, interfering with my ability to post a simple reply to my friend hey hey and tell him that i like his poem. you took away all the capital letters in my original reply, and then restored them to a limited extent in these subsequent addenda. isn't that supposed to be a no-no hereabouts, hacking into the posts of others?

here, let me conduct an experiment: i will post these words in german--words which remain true, by the way (and gott sei dank)--in all capital letters, and let us see what happens:

die gedanken sind frei

...wir werden mal sehen...

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Just as I feared: I am now denied all capital letters at all times, even those necessary to avoid looking like an e. e. cummings wannabe...

If this is intended to discourage, it might prove to have a paradoxical effect; although, since I know little of computers there is a fundamental imbalance of power intrinsic to the situation.

(I long for the days of unbreakable solidarity...)

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The latest update in this sorry muddle: grammatically essential capitalisation has (for the moment) returned. Someone is playing with the buttons. I have a wife to love and sonnets to write. I will go now and do things where someone is not pulling on strings over my head.

Dear Hey Hey, dear friend... somehow all of this makes me appreciate you more than ever.

Thank you with all my heart.

All I wanted to do was tell you your poem meant a great deal to me, and spoke to my heart, and it became some sort of cruel cat-and-mouse game with someone playing with the buttons over my head. I daresay that you and I deserve better than this.

We live in what the ancient Chinese called--in their curse--"interesting times."

Also someone just gave my book the lowest possible rating after twenty-two of the highest possible (and five very favorable reviews), bringing the overall rating down by one "thumbs-up." Somebody down there doesn't like me.

the boldface should be fixed now. Sorry about that.

I though the no-bold, no-capitals, no-whatever text was just as nice. But I'm biased as it was so complimentary!

Thanks Steven my friend; much appreciated (esp at this time!). And 22/23 can't be bad! Maybe the bad one doesn't understand what a sonnet is. Maybe it could be inspiration for another sonnet?

I have subsequently received some very nice messages from Shawn. I think the whole thing might have been a misunderstanding, as he was wrestling with the "all caps" issue at the time.

Therefore I say it, loud and proud:

DIE GEDANKEN SIND FREI

Es bleibet dabei.

Love and respect to you, dear Hey Hey.