We Are Half

We Are Half

A poem by Michael Joseph Farrelly

Stop debating who is right
The noise is off the scale
Cassandra cursed facts will blight
This signal that can't fail

Breath of awe, smoked remarks
Cigars without a match
Bluff so gruff that it sparks
A tease you cannot catch

Really, really is this me?
Fixated proxy smirk
Plastic misfit takes the knee
For tokens of my work

Forty years, in blink of eye
Ev'ry day sensed something off
I could see and feel things nigh
Can't talk, they all would scoff

We are half, yet yearn for whole
A fragmented feeling flow
No-one born of flesh and soul
Can thrive alone and grow

Corp'rate talk, stripped of soul
The dotted line doth speak
Of balance sheet rock-n-roll
For artificial clique

I feel change before its time
Signal searching for a form
They want answers on their dime
Where certainties the norm

Stuck in no-mans-land of thought
Where ne'er this twain shall meet
You see time cannot be bought
So vision gains no seat

We are half, yet yearn for whole
A fragmented feeling flow
No-one born of flesh and soul
Can thrive and yet we know

Where rebels feel by instinct
The tyrants fuel is fear
Two diff'rent fields, so distinct
Yet the shared rhythm is clear

Parley, parley, talk it out
The signal it can hold
A rhythmic vibe, rings with clout
Build bridges oh so bold

This symbol works and weaves
Buffered, 'tween doom and bloom
Touching, talking thick as thieves
No parodied perfume

We are half, yet yearn for whole
A fragmented feeling flow
No-one born of flesh and soul
Should roll with foe-in-tow

Stop debating who is wrong
This noise is off the scale
Cursed canards don't belong
To signals that can't fail

Visioned thoughts walk ahead
All lonely steps through soul
Long sought types of balanced thread
A puzzled piece of whole

Seeking those with adhered mind
We are all incomplete
Fragmented parts, found to bind
Sensed patterns do repeat

This world will come together
As more will feel it too
What starts as just a murmur
Will grow and grow anew

We are half, yet yearn for whole
With fragments feeling free
To be born of thoughtful soul
As we were meant to be

"We Are Half" - My Inspiration

Feeling fate through intuition.

Understanding we are not fully formed through the puzzled pieces of our innate whispers.

MJF

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