Noise

I am a simple ordinary man
A gypsy with no home address
Inhabiting the earth and sky
With feet and eyes

And you tell me of my writing
That I should write and knock people
They have a way with it
O, they help.

Help betrays
Help is that let there be no help
Who climbs mountain
With a foreign shove.

Isn’t it something to be done
On one’s grit and gut?
Why to look into the firmament
When there is a fathomless depth
Of the six oceans in you

For a young child
Peace is a too sophisticated word
Form crawling and walking
To running and climbing
From crying and babbling
To speaking and singing
All require noise
And no PEACE
©jeyforyou

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