Describing where I am in the title, knowing that it is past the midnight hour, I write to you. Unknown to me, you read. I invite your eyes to viewing, but please leave no negativity spewing. This for me is fun and real, for some it may seem surreal. Do not let a package fool you, for every being is a beast at it's core. I recognize it and use it to feed my fun and real admiration for the art that is writing. Please follow my progress, dealing words with wrists typing honest responses.
Here's a little ditty by me for you:
They say I have a childlike wonder,
an exaggerated imagination
when I watch wind crack to thunder
and rain clouds drain upon creation.
They say too busy a mind
does not make for a busy body
when I question sanity and time
while leading leaders who's only oddity
is calling me friend.
They are who tell a small boy
physicists like Capra are wrong,
To hear and understand the joy
and delight of our own life's song
is a curse, a crime, a sin
to touch, talk, tempt another
who looks, walks, and talks
different from he or his mother
is an enemy.
Ask the blind what they see
Tell them they're crazy
For knowing a persons presence leave
by the vibrations reverberating in their feet.
Have you not imagined someone
because of their scent on a sheet?
Do we not see a mirage
when starved near defeat?
Do you see where the alliance should be
when we are taught illogical exceptions
like the handy, I before E except after C
Creators of language couldn't fashion
these three letters to fit one simple rule?
Confusing kin with words like "Weird"
Not taught why, in fact we are completely fooled
when education does not educate, one should fear.
I will wonder away,
In the hopes that they,
will compile a list and say,
I'm sorry for the way,
I misjudged and misdirected
a creative mind at play.
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