Insatiable Aspirations Otherwise Noted Poem by Bill Darrah

Mouth dry
All tongue-tied-
That's what this love
Makes me feel,
Drenched in unimaginable
Aspirations of thought
Uninspired for speech,
Yet probing urgently to
Be gently provoked
As writing only invokes
No one else can possibly revoke
Unaware of my unspoken aspirations
Dripping heavily on my brow, perspirations
Ridding my body of all desperations
Too uninspired for speech
Too thoughtless for bleach to smear
What stains were never intended
To appear nor disappear
On my heavily dripping sweat
Of an unaffected face too clear
For anyone else to see its
Unimaginably bleak appearance.
Just as this paper is too bleakly justified
For anything more than words,
Weak without acknowledged
Expression-unanswered
Resuscitations of reverberations my
Words lack in sounding meaningful
Sensations of any glorification
Thus derived from my expression
Of deeply sentimental depression
Arriving at no known restoration,
Nothing but rambling pronunciation
Of aspirations with ceaseless
Admiration asking themselves
Why they can't be spoken aloud
Broadly, thoroughly feeling
Freely fresh too deep
For our actions to truly act
Upon as we wait insatiably
Breathlessly patient
As we have become intensely
Intrigued and entranced through
The powerful thoughts that beg
To be heard and thought about despite
Our fear or lack of comprehension
Behind what these thoughts could
Do to our lives, our friends, our
Family members who may not
Share any of these ideas with you,
Or any stranger we might meet
Who knows absolutely nothing
About us but these truly inspiring
Thoughts we are conspiring to reveal
The absolute realness of life and
Those people who actively live
For each moment as each moment
Happens unconcerned
About its shortcomings, its
Drawbacks to the reality of
Our thoughts, its limitations
Of varieties or creativity in
Creating these moments
Way too thought provoking for
This pen and paper to handle,
But as simple for our
Minds to imagine their creation
As we are willing to let ourselves
Be naturally led by our thoughts
Instead of our fear of thoughts
Conflicting with the realness of
Our own thoughts. It's time
For us to wake up from the
Sleepiness of other people's
Thoughts so we can start
Making our own thoughts come
To life as we let our minds
Begin imagining its ceaseless
Power of intelligence unkown
To worldly views. No longer
Will our thoughts be blinded
From the truth of existence
As we are free to think for
And about ourselves and not
About anyone else as they learn
How to be capable of thinking
Exactly what they want and
Nobody else. Thus ends my
Capability for sharing any
More of my thoughts
Temporarily until they are
Needed to think again. May
Your thoughts float as freely
As you want them to until
Our thoughts meet again like this.

A word is not an idea until it thinks about itself first.