My People

L. B. Mek



 

 

How intuitively, immediate 

It is, to recognise you all

 

It’s in that sigh of your step

That weary of your, blink.

 

We float along, dogpaddling our river of fate

Flowing offbeat, with life’s incessant unease

Our eyes as barren spotlight’s guiding others

Yet

Like all lighthouses, beneath our smiling beam

There is but an abandoned tower of hollowness 

Encased

within Time-ravaged silent walls 

of once, spotless sands of hope.

 

We, who keep to ourselves at gatherings 

Present but unnoticed, that solitary habit 

In amongst a tide of blank, vibrant faces

Yet, once two or four come close

We glow

Alert, like a salvaged lampshade 

 

Eager to please, smiling all-teeth

Everything gaiety and lark, breezy 

Carefree, witty

An anchoring pulsing beat of, their

Party 

 

Until

More join in and we’re trapped

In a crowd of six or twelve, where

As like a strained sensor bulb, we

fade

Blend in-to that background role

We know, so debilitatingly, well.

 

From time to time, pausing 

as if a glitchy cartoon, standing 

in doorways

as if soaring within stilled Time

then, just like something in us

pressed PLAY

we start moving again, aimless 

grabbing a glass of suppressive

alcohol, willingly forgetting 

we came, looking for kindness.

 

My people 

I too, have run my fingers

Upon that seabed of ethereal solitude 

Felt

Those grainy pebbles of existence’s

Invisible vibrations, making us ache

Frequencies of warped, self-hate

 

I too, have looked 

Upon life’s majestic Twilights

While yawning, my discomfort 

At how callously, Nature teases

Existence’s incandescent beauty.

 

Living

Stumbling through our gifted laughter’s

While crawling past our inevitable strife

Knowing 

 

Every once in a while, randomly 

While going about our life

We’ll look-up, instinctively look around 

Sensing or feeling

A vibration, A connection 

With another 

That we recognise, gravitate

Towards, intuitively 

An innate alignment with our

Pulse’s, beat 

Realising, remembering 

 

we’re not, so alone

we’re not a mistake 

we’ll be just, as fine

as everyone else

 

we will just be taking those off-Map

paths in life, as  

our Natural state of imperfect, grace   

 

it’s just our way of surviving

without surrendering 

being who we are and making 

the most of our precious lives!

 

 

© L. B. Mek

May 2022

Comments10

  • Sakwa Franc

    Great piece Mr. LB.

    " It's just our way of surviving without surrendering being who we are and making the most of our precious lives"

    I love this

    • L. B. Mek

      glad you could relate, dear Poet
      I really appreciate your encouraging words

    • Neville


      this is not just a poem, is it .. it's far more than that ..
      how much of your soul exactly did you promise your muse for a slice of it ........ Neville

      • L. B. Mek

        lol
        hey, modernity's all about monetisation, right?
        so what's a wannabe poet supposed to barter
        if only my soul had a decent credit score...
        lol
        thanks Hyung!
        know that your kindness is never taken for granted

      • sorenbarrett

        L. B. We are all different but at the same time the same. We make up a whole of humanity and I think all have felt this isolation in the midst of masses. We all long for acceptance and a need to be valued. How this reflects our own insecurities and doubts about our onw self worth. Yes we look for those rare connetions that give us some mooring in the endless tide of populace. With luck we do at times come to the sense that we are different but the same and we must take our own path to define who we are. Such a deep psychological piece.

        • L. B. Mek

          Amen!
          thank you for sharing your profound distillation
          of my humble effort, dear cherished Poet

        • G REMADEVI

          Very nice poem

          • L. B. Mek

            thanks, glad you enjoyed the read

          • LIZ

            Making the most of our precious life!! Absolutely!!! ❤

            • L. B. Mek

              indeed, glad you could relate
              thank you!

            • 2781

              You told my story until I realised there is no worth in the praise of man. Nicely written

              • L. B. Mek

                glad you could relate, thank you!

              • Fay Slimm.

                Sincere applause for My People and all it reminds us of kindness - connections and finding we are not so alone when vibrations from others relate to our own semi-hidden insecurities - this deep and powerful reflection on finding or own way to survive is a treasure to read again and again.

                • L. B. Mek

                  I was really hoping you would like this one dear Fay
                  thank you my kind friend

                • Bella Shepard

                  Dear poet you have described so eloquently the jig saw puzzle of life. So often we feel to be the odd piece that just doesn't fit in. But when we take a much closer look, we discover that our own uniqueness will guide us to the very spot we've overlooked. We think we have to be the same shape as every other piece, but it turns out that it is diversity that keeps the puzzle interesting and worth doing. Thank you for this insightful and thought provoking read, it is such a fav.

                  • L. B. Mek

                    'we discover that our own uniqueness
                    will guide us to the very spot we've overlooked.'
                    thank you!
                    for gracing this humble page with your wisdom my friend
                    so very true

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Good true words Mek.
                    I live my life and believe
                    "This is me, if you do not like what you see it is not my problem, it is yours."

                    Andy

                    • L. B. Mek

                      so true, glad you enjoyed the read Andy
                      thank you!

                    • LIZ

                      I think this was one of the first poems/lyrics I read when I started posting. I didn't want to say too much lol. Testing the waters.

                      Oh my God! This song!!!! People pleaser! If you’re an empath, it's even worst. We want to "fix", because we can FEEL so much, but that's not our job.

                      "How intuitively, immediate, it is, to recognise you all"- You SEE, but are YOU being seen? "Our eyes as barren spotlight’s guiding others"- giving from an empty cup...creating hollowness.

                      "In a crowd of six or twelve, where, As like a strained sensor bulb, we fade, blend in-to that background role We know, so debilitatingly, well" I was telling someone about how comfortable I feel in the background, alone; I sort of panic if I'm in a group of more than 3 people, and I quickly remove myself. Too much energy! I'm learning and working on it.

                      BUT, life, sometimes, grants us the gift of connecting with someone who gets it, forcing us to remember we're not alone in this life!

                      This is so relatable! Anyone who has been through an awakening, will understand what it's like to be present but unnoticed; to give, and not know how to receive! To love, not feeling loved. Thankfully...there is that
                      "Natural state of imperfect, grace"! If only we open our eyes and simply...be! We're not meant to follow a map, we are the map!

                      • L. B. Mek

                        Amen!
                        brilliantly unfurled, wise Poet
                        you elevated my humble scribble
                        with your insightful eloquence
                        thank you!
                        (and yes, great song
                        and great singer/song writer)



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