Killer of intuitionA Poem by Just JayrenI got the idea to create this from the ideals of Ken Robinson, and his theory on educationMind under house arrest Encased within walls, doors locked, windows barred a forever shrinking reality with an infinite amount of questions Mind longing for greener pastures Sitting on a golden beach next to a Jamaican playing the funde singing ‘Mi wan see ya whine’ with an infinite sense of satisfaction and leaving others in a quiet serenity A yearn for a more exotic notion of freedom has its daily passing through the imagination leaving a routinely catatonic taste in the mouth, prayer for future rehabilitation seems a sensible option as an emptiness is currently in existence Yet what is left is a bare tree longing for its blossoms to bloom and an infinite glacial drift past envious pastures Fickle minds will fail to apprehend that it’s simply wishful thinking as careless yawns are muttered when the time hits 4:15 and everyone returns to their own sanctuary © 2012 Just JayrenAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on May 26, 2012 Last Updated on May 31, 2012 AuthorJust JayrenLondon, Lewisham, United KingdomAboutFor those who are wondering, yes Jayren is my real name. more..Writing
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