What I want to feel
Are the intense, the frightening,
the passionate
The swooping of the eagle
The tight clamp of his beak
Forcing the eternal slumber
But a devastation follows
Sickly with gritted words
And hollowness thereafter
Telling me to push the end
I could not sleep
For wanting less of it
I could sleep too long
For wanting more of it
It has a consequence
Of illness and erratic behavior
Crush the logical confines
Betray the Sequence of Science
You expect me to believe
My nature is a disease
Make me swallow your Blindness
I would froth at the mouth
And Pound you like insect
But the insect knows more nature
Than you could ever hope to understand
I am fire
You call me delusion
I am free will
You call me illusionary
Raping my soul
You could not know
What I can see
Is a treasure the romantics longed for
What I can see
Is the wonder, the world from new eyes
I see the sparkle of the snow
The growth of the trees
I am perplexed each day and caught in wonderment
And you tell me
That this is a sicknes
Because you
Behind your luxury
your fame
Your science
Your fact
Have simply forgotten.
Dare you call me delusional-
When it is you, who is ignorant?
I can only say
Without the vibrations of poetry:
Medicate yourself, Fuckhead.
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