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Who Invents a Great Mind?

Asking questions can get you far
Nevertheless, can’t answering those questions get you further?
A ditch along you path to adulthood,
The prevention of a taught ketchup sachet
Inquisitive, knowledgeable minds?
Real off lists of special features demanded
For a great mind,
Like the unknown animal rights protestor
Who just saved an innocent living life?
The degree to which avoiding your struggles are essential?
Why not fall; you shall experience the consequence,
Alternatively, is naivety the achievement of greatness?
Finding the cure for cancer, 
Rather than seeing its label – knowing its ingredients
Either, possibly could determine a great mind?
Thinking and a response of planning an image and processing physically
Maturity beyond your years
An enchanting sunset that you capture the youth of…
Before it travels silently to the other four corners of the world.
Black and White, colour, diversity of belief,
Opinion, well known to all is the significance of personal view,
Thus expansion of knowledge leading to the engagement of opinion.
Diversity in a cultural sense all coded in a great mind,
However.
Who…invented a ‘great mind’? 
Relatively the faith we have in one another that the world economy won’t collapse.
Everyone can wake up tomorrow as a developed race
Who can be the judge to say what is great when all humanity wants the same,
The thinker in us all, 
A soldier whose adrenalin crushes through their bodies as children scream, and blood is abused as 
a sign of a victor.
A great mind, is daunting and powerful beyond ones control.
The thought of such depth and meaning, proving impossible for others to merely comprehend – 
could there…
Even be a reason for a ‘great mind’?

Copyright © Iskra Arabella | Year Posted 2007



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Insignificance

How deep are our souls?
The immeasurable depths,
To which each individual delves
Only to revel in the question
Of their significance

The first breath of each day
Gives minutes away,
To who? To me, myself and I?
No, others who believe they are important
Not restrained from the question
Of their own significance

Shallow puddles take time
To refill, how long? When each raindrop 
Falls in a different manner, 
However, no one is there to ask the question
Of their own significance

Some can sit and wonder, ponder
Why certain names are better known
Than others. Why achieve?
Why not bother? But be there to ask the question
Of their own significance

Dreams are illusions or quite not,
Yet a fuel to light someone’s future.
Love like a candle can be lighted by anyone,
Just always, answer the question
Of your own significance

Copyright © Iskra Arabella | Year Posted 2007


Book: Shattered Sighs