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God Bless The Stone Roses

I Wanna Be Adored

I.

Don’t blame me for this
I was born with
Portable eyes
Floating
Above my head
Around my sight
That clicked rather than cooed

I mistook it for love

II.

Laughter does not slip out lips
Normally It can’t be shouted
Said or bellowed
It simply exists
All of a sudden
Like air

So when you conjure laughter
It’s
Powerful You feel akin
To a god You feel your skin
Tingle even crawl

That’s the first magic that draws
You to the altar of adoration

III.

You’ve learned magic

You are not a lone stone
Stuck on the ground

No

You can move and you can
Make movement

Your antics
Be they
Clownery
Buffoonery
Or simply being
Smart
Draws people like
Flowers to the sun like
Trees lean to water

All eyes on you but not poring
Nor boring down

Instead they glisten
Turned to your direction

This is

The second magic that draws
You to the altar of adoration

IV.

You’ve got wings now

Though you can’t fly
You soar, and soaring

You see the world
For what it is

A playground where
The other players
Are also prey

You stalk and pounce
But do not bite

Instead you take
Their attention
Their whole being

If only for a minute

But for that one minute
You are all they think of

This is the third
And final
Magic that draws
You to the altar of adoration

V.

You are now a devotee

You’ve tasted what it means
To be adored not because
You are someone’s son or daughter or
A child But because
You make it so

You’ve learned
There’s tricks to it
Not everything’s
For everyone
Some cannot be made so

Some laugh and adore
Quite easily
Like a flick of the wrist

Some cannot/will not do the same
They are unmoveable like stone

You know you should leave them be
But you cannot

You are now devoted to it

VI.

You dance for some
You sing for some
You write for some
You act for some
But it’s all an act
And you’re paid with eyes
While you become lies

It could be said you’re shuffling faces
For the faces that you meet
And you’re doing it so quickly
It’s rubbing off the real face
But what is reality?

You never had a face until
Someone looked at you
And what face you had at that moment
Became the first of many

VII.

In the altar of adoration
“Who are you” is not even a question
Nor a part of the equation

You are
Whoever will be adored

VIII.

Consequently
Echoes soon became
The voices
In your head
That never talked
Or beckoned
But

Simply stated an opinion

Or asked a never ending question

More?
More?
More?

That word bounces inside the walls
Inside your head from this wall
To that wall and
Each subsequent bounce grows louder
Louder
LoUdEr
LOUDER

MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE

IX.

It’s not enough

Mere eyes in the classroom

It’s not enough

Laughter in family gatherings

There’s not enough trees leaning
To the water

There’s not enough flowers bending
To the sun

Your world is small
A grain of sand
A pebble even

You need something
Rounder and more rotund

You need to leave this planet
For the wider universe

X.

Between this way to that
There’s a big crevasse
An empty space
Without eyes

Between this way to that
There’s an unsureness
In which I could drown

Here in my pebble
There’s not many trees
But they lean to me

There’s not many flowers
But they bend
My way

The voice echoes for MORE
But I see the cost

I don’t know
If it’s one I can pay

Yet

Or

Ever

Poetry by Sameen