The Man Who Could Read Minds

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The Man Who Could Read Minds

A blur of noise
Misappropriated sound
Swirled in his head
Round and round

Days upon days
He tried to curtail
The voices he could hear
To no avail

Once he was sane
Now he felt mad
He couldn't drown out
The good or the bad

Until one day he saw
A sign on his door
"Come to Red street, Gold Shore -
House number four"

He followed instructions
Waited anxiously outside
From within he could hear a buzzing
Like bees in a hive

The door finally opened
And low and behold
Inside was a vortex
Of sounds uncontrolled

He was whisked inside
Without so much as a "how do you do?"
By a man he couldn't describe
In a waistcoat of gold and blue

The rest was a blur,
It went on for hours,
He was drained of all thought,
Until he lost his powers.

Blank and empty,
He lay stunned on the floor,
Unable to discern own thoughts,
From the vortex's unintelligible roar.

It was as though the sound,
Had swallowed his vision,
He could no longer see,
Of his own volition.

Until the man stood before him,
His waistcoat shining bright,
"I've taken the voices from you,
And returned to you your sight."

Now released from the vortex,
He stumbled out the door,
And stood on the pavement,
In silence and awe.

For he was surrounded by people,
Their mouths open, a'clatter,
Yet not a sound would come out,
No more infernal chatter.

And in lieu of the voices,
He heard true meaning spoken,
A beautiful melody
The sound of emotion.

With tears of joy in his eyes,
He cried out to the crowd,
But none turned to hear him,
He spoke in emotion, not sound.

When he turned the house had vanished,
A park had taken its place,
He sat on the swing set,
And stared into space.

The world turned around him,
And he was shaken to the core,
As he heard the sounds of nature,
He had never heard before.

For the rest of his days,
He spoke not a word,
He reached out in emotion,
But none who saw him heard.

If you stop to listen,
And ignore the voices in your head
Maybe you too will regain vision,
And hear truly what is said.

Have you ever experienced telepathy?

I haven't - the first few stanzas are a description of how I imagine it would feel if you could hear the thoughts of all the people around you, on top of the verbal conversations. I don't actually believe in telepathy in a true sense. Have you experienced telepathy?

I believe in its existence and have experienced what I'd call telepathy but it isn't what people think it is. You are right to say that it is emotional but wrong to think that it is truth. As we all know, whenever emotions are involved, things get completely subjective. Even 'Truth' cannot be received without the process of filter, regardless of the recipient's claims to the contrary. As the world's religions show us, different groups of people can hold completely contradictory viewpoints and all of them can claim they have 'The Truth'.

it would be that individual person's subjective truth though. When a person speaks often the words are misleading, and not conveying their subjective truth.

The only way to read someone's mind is to understand how their mind works. People can read the minds of their best friends, but not too many other people. In order to read people's minds, you have to know who they are before you even meet them. It's not so much the words a person is speaking, it's the foundation from which they get their words and thoughts and feelings. THAT'S how you interpret someone's expressions. Words are only tools, and unless someone has a complete grasp of who they are, their words aren't going to be accurate either.

Bits of this remind me of the movie Scanners

Yes, we each have our own truth. Typically each of us understand that truth fully.

I've never seen it, is it a good movie to watch?