My Pleasure
Proverbial nonsense
Periodically challenged
And that’s okay
Because I’m peculiarly balanced
I see life through a different lens
A kaleidoscope of factions
Yet I like to transcend boundaries
And own my own reactions
And if me just seems an oddity
To the world that’s all surrounding
I won’t cave to the anxieties
That are stacked and all surmounting
Instead of building upon burden
The systematic chains in doctrine
I rise from out of death
Because my home is not a coffin
The mind always churning
With oxygen and blood flow
Memories and thoughts like phantoms
Only I see, only I know
Where no eye may ever focus
Except the mind’s, without a mass
Where time and space evaporate
Within eternity’s grasp
Atoms and electrons
Quantum in their physics
Reacting to existence
Where all of life is mimicked
And I, in every particle
Populate an object
That lives and breathes the entity
Of creation within context
Can’t explain the silhouette
The illusion or the contrast
Can’t explain this perfection
While still feeling like I’m trapped
Where joy and sorrow waltz as one
To form the perfect storm
An atmosphere, electric
Holding the method to transform
A metamorphosis of sorts
To classify existence
Where realms and paradigms
Are in a battle for transmittance
To form the soul and being
To hold me in embrace
For I am a creation, sourced
From love and full of grace
Beyond the limits of logic
Beyond the flaws of understanding
Superstitions and religions
Institutions and commanding
The fictions of antiquity
The light years of invention
Beyond the doctrines and decrees
I am deliberately intentioned
I see purpose within everyone
And though I cannot read the future
I’m at peace in perfect harmony
For Love is my pursuer
A mystery, inexplainable
A value beyond all treasure
I’ve learned to see the world through different eyes
And it has been my pleasure