WeedsocietyA Poem by Michael G. SmithWhat is insanityInsanity the unbalanced portrait hangs, on... To the outer walls of society Frailties framed forefront halos Surrounding the likes of you and me Falling cross long night shadows Naked passive eyes of others Pieces of a larger puzzle still ... Smoke and mirrors each
Where lines to horizons thin and... Abstract greys fit neatly in, between Magic and miracles as dust Underneath a rug all but go unseen Witnessed solely by those souls' That have some need to believe Humanity daunting in our face suspends The self we cannot reach
Still ,there are more and more Who learn if not stumble upon the secret art Overcoming conscience and emotion Venture from the bubble into mastery Our unveiling... Is to the greatest human strengths Hidden brass rings amidst the fluctuation Even unto weeds of sanity
But, madness seems to be The saddened forever crying clown Continues on… Foolishly fooling itself Into believing in
its own Accepting at its core To be a common wealth
And so I say “tell me why?” Shouldn’t futility… try Author constitution Writing a whole new reality Because in the end isn’t norm Just another twisted form Of crap! Which spews forth.. Out of mouths, those whom try and take our lead
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