Is it your words of wisdom
Or whispers of ghostly figures
spoken softly to intrigue your senses
Is there a philosophy crashing
Or are you naturally gifted
Of thoughts deeper than imaginable
Should I worry on sleepless nights
Marking words beyond comprehension
Shaping symbols of some ancient meaning
arranging numbers in a bizarre sequence
Or do you have a magic eye for visions
Noticing this when others care for nothing
Can I advise you on your gloomed depression
Or will you backfire with spitting flames
Over my imprudent tactics of approaching you
Degrading me farther than my naked skin
Or are you in a state of focused meditation
And the sight of noise is a constant distraction
Your words bedazzle me to oblivion
I am no longer in control of my senses
Your restless dedication is a fireball of energy
I wonder where this power comes from
Your resentment forces me to think
Whether life is based on brilliance or insanity
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! its you who are the genious. fab write. I havent read anything in a while that is so well put together and rolls off the tongue in the magnificent maniac like way that is dizzy and perfectly er perfect? I like giving praise when graced with a superb write.
I have an aunt. She has been certifiably insane, im talking 7o's shock treatments and all. She a small tanned crow like woman now in her late fifties, fit as a fiddle and free. She is able to do advanced calculus in her head like its nothing as well as having a very good knack with mentally handicapped individuals. She is very chatty and over excited and a glassy sheen is always in her eyes. She has an amazingly generous heart but....she has a great dea of trouble seperating fantasy from reality. She has come along way, she is now a manager at UPS over their handicapped department, she also takes care of a wonderful, seek-n-find, extra butter loving man named Berns who is deaf and instead of calling him dumb jut call him young please? 12 years is a good age to be in the head. She also recently just adopted a little boy a few years ago, a complete rugrat. She has her moments when were talking about finances and driving down teh road and she has to stop teh car because there are dead people in the way and they wont move but - she usually gets to work on time and she does a great job. she crosses the line between greatnes and cracked up.
Im not sure why i wrote so much about Kathy, I hadnt planned on it but the poem did remind me of the strange look that enters her eyes on occasion.
Your poem is far darker and deeper perhaps than my divided aunt's surviving domestic life drama but thankyou again for the beautiful write.
i suppose in such a situation it is natural to wonder. more than anything i'm sure the intention of your worries probably gives this person some sort of comfort.
brilliance always borders insanity. i suppose it is irrelevant except when determining what a person may become further in their life. i would suggest to keep wondering, show your compassion and concern, and then he/she.....will at least have that to hold.
as far as the piece nothing sticks out as an eye soar, nor nothing pops out as wonderful..for lack of a better word. very clear and coherent as to the message which..while this may leave little to the readers imagination.this may be in fact the point.....?