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More to Me
- More to Me -
In the afternoon light, I see, with newfound clarity,
That I shall ne’er be, what others desire me to be!
Why, cannot I make my fellow man begin to see?
That there is far more to me, so much more to me!
I do not write this for fame, nor to gain accolades.
Too much have I known pain, to be timidly afraid!
Those who judge me look not within to see it all…
That they shall be judged when cometh a final call!
Man is young on this planet, and I saw them arise.
Yet they think I shall bow for some pathetic prize!
I sought only love, and still I seek after my dream,
For, there is far more to me, than what may seem.
I am not as my brethren; I can ne’er be a servant.
My hands will not strive in vain, nor ever prevent,
The dreams of others from being achieved well…
I will not slave, in Heaven, so I am bound to Hell.
Sing your praises if you must; my voice sang first,
Before I saw evil in righteousness, evil far worse!
If in God’s own image, all things were wrought…
And, there is darkness in us, in deed and thought,
Then what the parent passed on was it’s own sin.
If you cannot see it, then look deeply and within!
I am free of the shackles that bound me before…
And there is so much to me now, so much more!
Dogs fight for scraps, whilst I crusade for peace,
I am not human, if humans must behave as a beast.
So many secrets have I beheld that I cannot say,
But, I must be myself in all; I was born that way!
I am not petty, and I am not cruel to any excess,
Nor am I haughty, vain, or in any way obsessed.
At least no more so than you, dear reader, are…
For, we are all children of God, so near and far!
I come not to preach, for words can be treason,
When man is ruled by fear that robs their reason.
I come to state for all my sense of individuality…
You only know, the surface; there is more to me.
In the afternoon light, I see, with newfound clarity,
That I shall ne’er be, what others desire me to be!
Why, cannot I make my fellow man begin to see?
That there is far more to me, so much more to me!
I do not write this for fame, nor to gain accolades.
Too much have I known pain, to be timidly afraid!
Those who judge me look not within to see it all…
That they shall be judged when cometh a final call!
Man is young on this planet, and I saw them arise.
Yet they think I shall bow for some pathetic prize!
I sought only love, and still I seek after my dream,
For, there is far more to me, than what may seem.
I am not as my brethren; I can ne’er be a servant.
My hands will not strive in vain, nor ever prevent,
The dreams of others from being achieved well…
I will not slave, in Heaven, so I am bound to Hell.
Sing your praises if you must; my voice sang first,
Before I saw evil in righteousness, evil far worse!
If in God’s own image, all things were wrought…
And, there is darkness in us, in deed and thought,
Then what the parent passed on was it’s own sin.
If you cannot see it, then look deeply and within!
I am free of the shackles that bound me before…
And there is so much to me now, so much more!
Dogs fight for scraps, whilst I crusade for peace,
I am not human, if humans must behave as a beast.
So many secrets have I beheld that I cannot say,
But, I must be myself in all; I was born that way!
I am not petty, and I am not cruel to any excess,
Nor am I haughty, vain, or in any way obsessed.
At least no more so than you, dear reader, are…
For, we are all children of God, so near and far!
I come not to preach, for words can be treason,
When man is ruled by fear that robs their reason.
I come to state for all my sense of individuality…
You only know, the surface; there is more to me.
Published 19th Jan 2016
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19th Jan 2016 1:27am
"When in Rome..." is hell sometimes, isn't it? But, you're not alone.
Wonderfully open and poetic write to a spiritual testament that we, as tribe members, have all felt at times.
Thank you for sharing.
Wonderfully open and poetic write to a spiritual testament that we, as tribe members, have all felt at times.
Thank you for sharing.
20th Jan 2016 3:55am
Very true, Ahavati... when I first penned this poem years ago it was during a time in my life when I had finally tired of trying to "fit in" and finally decided it was time to stand out and begin celebrating my uniqueness rather than putting it aside to please others. Since that epiphany and my subsequent decision to not "do as the Romans do" so to speak I have never been happier... and for anyone who is unique and different and who might not quite fit in I would recommend the same. Be unique, be different, and be proud! Those who are meant to appreciate it will, and those who cannot would not have understood you anyway. :)
I am pleased you liked my poem! It was a pleasure, as always, to share it.
I am pleased you liked my poem! It was a pleasure, as always, to share it.
