My Thoughts

My thoughts are collected between pen and page,
allowing some release from it's mortal cage,
My thoughts are splintered and confused,
coming from a source greatly unused...

That's what the world sees when it looks at me...
 but I am as different as different can be

I see not with the eyes of the common man,
Nor do I use his skill to understand,
I value not what he holds dear,
And I will not fill my heart with his fear,
 I shall stand from afar, atop a hill, where I can see both mine and mill,
There the view is as crystal clear,
However the sounds I do not wish to hear,
I see the world, every person the same,
differentiated only by kin and name,

equal we are and we will always be,

but how dare we think ourselves to be free,
I see the grip of the greedy hand,
Upon the shoulder of every man,
Playing upon his fear, greed and lust,
I look in disbelief, in disgust!
Intelligent we are courageous too...so how did we allow this me and you?
Take a step back and look around...
And later tell me what you found...
Strip away the lies of every earthly day..
Listen carefully to what the people say..
And then maybe you will come to understand,
this silly strange
And confused man....