The Real Poem by GRANT FRASER

The Real

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I want to be real,
but I still don't know
if I can truly feel - it?

Break from tradition,
remove the constraints,

Tear a long sharp painful
string out of your mouth,
as you eventually - speak...

Is that blood?

Some words rip up your soul!

But I don't want to spend my life,
kicking myself with something
that doesn't make sense or lead
me out of this place, where words
tend to turn on me...

Get this weight out of my mouth,

like you want to drink,
from all wounds...

And most of all,
you want to feel real,

Or sense that some part
of you is actually there,

the explosion of self in a
bigger garden of explosions,

of so many others...

Spattered by so many thoughts
and word debris...

All the beauty,
decor, ugliness,
and the mangled idea
come together,

Painfully real!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aftab Alam Khursheed 29 April 2013

Painfully real! really you writ nicely Grant poem about the self where words tend to turn on me...thank once again Grant keep on writing Brook to deep river...carry on

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