The Collector

collector of feelings, knowledge, energy

 

The Collector

Give me your thoughts, give me your dreams,

tell me your hopes, explain all your schemes,

like a black hole, I let nothing get past,

not even light, not one photon blast,

I'll drink in your smiles, your lost bridge of sighs,

feed me your knowledge, don't fill me with lies,

I'm not a guru, no don't be confused,

what cells had been working, now seem diffused,

 

that's why I'm searching, and soaking it up,

trying so hard, to refill my cup,

I reach in my pockets, find nothing but lint,

my lighter don't work, it's lacking a flint,

so if you pass by, and I reach out to touch,

be very careful, don't tell me too much,

I'll give you directions, just like a director,

but really I'm nothing more, than a collector

Gomer LePoet ...

Reviews

[aftervision]

nice work my poet -- so true of so many people

[*Always be Me:)*]

Nice work, good job. :D

[Desert Dreamer]

It is good to be observant and learn from others, but I feel something else from this poem as in "be very careful, don't tell me too much" as though the speaker will not only observe what I do but actually take my thoughts and dreams and more. I find a hint of darkness to this poem. Very well written.

[Coyote Poetry]

Many of us are collector. I learn from all people a little something. I like this poem. Life is a learning experience. A excellent poem. Ending was my favorite.
Coyote