Poem

Okay, so this is the first poem I'm going to re-post. This poem is about a lot of things. Part of it is about drugs, and how they tore my life to pieces. Some of it is about drugs that opened me up to a new way of seeing reality, of seeing myself, of seeing other people, of seeing the world. Some of it is about the therapy I have been through, and trust me, I have been through more than most people, and not just your once or twice a week one hour session shit, but a 15 month intensive therapeutic boarding school preceded by a really intense temporary intervention wilderness program for 2 months where I only showered twice and came out looking like a mountain man. So some of it is about that and the way it changed my perception of myself and people. Overall it is just about what I have seen in life, hence the name. This is one of my first poems, and right after I wrote it, the very same day, I stumbled onto Arthur Rimbaud, the poet that changed my life with his poem "The Drunken Boat." I always thought it was ironic that I wrote this poem right before reading "The Drunken Boat," given that both poems are so visual and talk about things we have seen. The lines "And sometimes I have seen what men have imagined they saw!" will always stay with me. And with that, here's the poem...

I Have Seen!


I have seen the snow-capped mountain
dance among the stars of my brain,
and beat my drums and drain my veins,
and leave me lying in a gutter in the rain.

I have seen the moon explode into fireflies alight,
and descend upon my rolling hills
into darkness oh so bright!

I have seen in mystery, awe, and splendor,
unknown creatures in my mind so tender.
They slither and fly, and dance around the fire,
and remind me that this time we have
is exactly what I desire!

I have seen the sun silhouetting a swirling cloud
and the angel wings of tiny things
Scream their dreams out loud!
While the flaming eyes of the devil's wolf
stalk me in a moonlit field,
and hunt me down and burn my ground,
until my shaking soul is healed!

I have seen rainbow crescents refracting from diamond eyes
in the paralleled madness of splitting-light lullabies,
while the clouds dissolve into shafts of light,
and a golden dusk of eagle light
flies me home through an endless night!
Through shrieking cries of trembling fright,
to pounding laughter of delicious delight.