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The Potency of Lithium

Where are you
Black, blue, red sky?
Beautiful chaos?

Where are the colors?
Vibrant greens?
The rapturous blues?
The violent reds?
The unbearable blacks?
All I see is a dull brown.

Where is the genius?
The Mozart?
The Einstein?
The drunk?
That blade of grass? –
That everything I was at that moment?

Who am I now?
Where are my thoughts?
Where is my voice?

Where are the jagged rocks?
The lush hilltops?
The dark valleys?
Why is my mind is a barren plain,
That I till with a toothpick?

My melted wax wings
Have brought me to earth
And I walk on two feet
As your God intended.

Now, I am human.
Happy now?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 2/14/2018 3:44:00 AM
There s so much peace in all the confusion you wrote, I love this
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Date: 11/9/2013 4:44:00 PM
Love your metaphors and your writing. Allan
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Date: 4/27/2012 8:43:00 PM
I like the line - "why is my mind like a barren plain? that I till with a toothpick";) Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 4/27/2012 7:36:00 PM
good poem, i like where is the genius, the drunk, the blade of grass. good contrast. keep it up.
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