it may be hard to believe but there are some people who live life without windows to their hearts never seeing love or beauty living in the solitude of fear
when we don’t fit in we’re seen as having problems convinced to believe that there’s a cure for different so we pursue an array of promissory treatments all pavlovian designed to make us conform to society’s cast of what our life should be so sameness is rewarded but being different’s punished love will be withheld confirming there’s something wrong thus posing questions of one’s sanity and worth but there’s really no known cure for being a unique soul in difficult times unique souls are our leaders but when fear subsides different becomes what’s feared so the only thing that’s wrong is what’s called conformity
you like all of us will surely tumble and fall that’s the easy part now here’s the difficult choice lie there in self-pity or pick yourself up off the ground
flagrant lies and crimes
are summarily dismissed
by hate’s disciples
charlatans face no judgment
shielded by a nation’s myths
the key’s self interest
feed disciples their fears and
they willingly drink
whatever poisonous brew’s
placed in their chalice of self
do you know it
that
feeling of entering
a room
knowing there’s
something there
a heavy
invisible mist
something
primeval
that
you begin
to
fade into
your body
and
mind
seem
to become
transparent
your
train of thought
becomes
erratic
as you
try to define
what’s all around
that
you’re unable to see
as you scan
the room
and
focus on
the eyes of others
eyes
pale with anticipation
it seems
like
no one else
notices
that it’s present
the more
you fade
the clearer
it
becomes
it’s
death
ever wonder
why
happiness
eludes you
maybe there’s
too much
of
yesterday’s old garbage
strewn around your todays
bits of
anger and fear
decaying
in the corners
of your mind
my advice
would be
to
take out the trash
Read Between the Minds 