Conversation Poem by Al J. Cuesta

The ideas flew out of our minds like paper planes out of our windows.


Soaring through the air like waves at sea,

Some useful landing in somebodies ears,

Some useless crashing on the floor or in a tree.

But when two planes like birds fly side by side and straight,

The flow they seem to trace upon is like that of a river passing through n' open gate,

N' filling an empty void, which floor was dirt, filling it with new found water we can call knowledge.


In this knowledge, when at a certain Celsius degree, life sprawls in a way most curiously,

Fishes of all sizes swim with glee.


No barriers for us to see

No borders, no separation, no countries


For when ideas flow in the form of words

No ethnicity can divide the line

From your mind into mine

Or vice-versa;



The only key is to understand,

By signs, language or some ancient command;

What the other says the other hears,

And sculpts from their perspective shaped by the years;

A recognition of a message,

A message sent,

A message perceived,
That will then spread like lit gunpowder on the battle fields,

Wounding those who don't want to know,

And making strong affirmations in the minds of those who build upon what they hear

.

For it takes a train to understand

N' to swim an ocean to agree


If you do not, please don't answer bitterly,

For it is only a mere exchange we seek;

For it is only a mere exchange we need;

For it is only in this exchange we will build bridges,

We will cross out any dots, and lay the stitches,

Which we'll knit together as a tether of knowing

From A, and B and C to 1, and 2, and 3



If I get you

You'll probably try n' get me

And if you don't succeed

Don't say goodbye and leave

Forever.



Let what i say, stay with you

For what you taught me

I can assure

Will stay with me

Forever.