(“Dark Pool Nebula”, 2011, original oil)
Different Worlds
I travel to different worlds in my dreams,
In my mind, even day by day
With different aspects of my self
In this one body.
As I get older I see we all live in different worlds,
Determined by what we believe, how we are raised,
And what we learn.
Sometimes we can stand on the same street corner
And be in totally different worlds as we chat.
Some people know all about this
And some are totally clueless,
Yet still we are all in our own world.
Is this a problem that needs to change?
I don’t think so
It is just the nature of things
The nature of having a mind
Especially so with an independent mind.
So maybe it is good the way things are.
What is bad is trying to change this
Trying to make everyone conform.
But how would it be if a fish thought itself
A bird, or a bird a fish,
Or a man a woman, or a human a god?
Some things are just not meant to be.
And so I travel to different worlds
In my dreams and in my mind,
And as I become more familiar
The worlds become more wonderful.
(9/15/25)
Same soup; different bowl
Same bowl; different soup
Same poet; different writes
Same agenda; different poets
There is paint painted on me
It is a kind of paint that whose pigment can dust
And cause a different kind of stain on you
If and when;
You glide on me,
You lean on me,
And colide with me.
I keep myself away because of that difference
So as to avoid such kind of confusion
"You treasure what's yours but again confuse it"
Eager to prove me wrong but will you believe me?
Give ears to listen to the different kind of story!
The story that makes my paint that way.
Will you distinguish and help me see
If there's that I don't see that I should
Yet you shouldn't always expect that
"There must be something you see that I do not"
The truth is You never know whether I looked further
Further than your eyes made there sight
"We are the same" but, "just made different"
Though even so
How much can you make up from those two statements
"We are the same" but, "just made different"
Or is it that I am the foolish one and,
Don't deserve to sit amongst you
Just because I have a different opinion.
the kids grow up
with plastic guns
before they grow teeth.
they watch the screen
where the hero kills clean,
a bullet solves the problem
faster than a thought.
blood splashes brighter
than sunlight on pavement,
and the crowd cheers louder
for death than for love.
they are fed violence
with their morning cereal,
taught to settle everything
with fists, knives, bombs.
generation after generation
learning the lesson:
murder is easier than mercy.
He knows he’s got to hide his nuts.
Each man who walks the planet sees
that though we labour, building huts,
we lack the chutzpah, such as these
(let’s say ‘she’)
who just know
how to be:
just so-so:
not like me!
i think that even if i were to change,
nothing else would
i think there will always be something
wrong with me
no matter how normal i look
why should anyone recognize me anyway? my bright pink hair
doesn’t make me less dull
i try to ignore the laughs, the stares, the outward thoughts of people thinking,
“what a weird *!”
i really cannot blame them;
i think the same thing
do these people really not care what anyone thinks of them?
perhaps i am strange in the way that my brain allows me to
still think with individuality
i want to go home where everyone tells me they hate my stupid hair instead of
just staring at me until i figure it out
Even though fathers might all seem similar in some ways
They are actually all different as are cats and bears
Or even pirates and trees regardless of hidden fees
When working in the woods
Dad was a bear and a force to be reckoned with
But like a famous man, “he preferred it nice and peaceful”
He liked to be on the go as the winds did blow
On some Father’s Days I would say
“Yo ho Yo ho” we shall go wherever we go
My thought eventually became
I do not want to relocate any more
But Dad, the good man that he was
Kept us on the go until the end
I eventually got my wish
Like a fish eventually gets a hook
And every Father’s Day, I think of Dad
What if everything was different ?
Would you try again ?
If different is incorporated, does this mean it will feel better ?
Would it not worsen ?
How do you get out of your comfort zone while it is the only place giving you comfort
Will it heal my soul ?
What about my scars ,
The pain that I carry within me
Will it all go away
Just because it will be different this time ?
I wish we were blessed to realize we are ALL human beings
everyone on this planet is related to one another…
because we are human beings in name only
when we choose to ignore the suffering
of any of our sisters or our brothers.
It's quite a vague choice for beauty
As no two are the same.
Over time society has dictated
The "norms" of life's game.
Sadly the result is insult
Of "abnormal" types of personality,
A tick or how some dress
Or even clear disability...
But the beauty of those different
Is how, without a word,
They improve the outlook of society
And ensure others like them are heard.
Just tell the disadvantaged
That something, by them, can't be done
And watch how their determination
Transcends the doubts of everyone!
The different can leave a defining mark
Penned in to human history.
They can broaden horizons, soften hearts
Unravel complex mystery.
It's strange how difference is attractive
Yet still rejected or looked down upon.
If the so called "normal" stop embracing the different
Then humanity will have gone.
Sharp questions make me reassess
my thinking’s illogical mess
Look at things a different way
False premises and conclusions slay
Hit me hard where it really hurts
Force me to animadvert
~ to reason, emotions convert
At
the
end
of
the
day,
we’re
all
a
part
of
the
same
sunset.
I'll see you from Hell.
I'll watch you enter heaven.
Please don't forget me.
I’m as pragmatic as a lemming
The most important day I missed
Stayed in my hole cause it was raining
Didn’t want my destiny to meet
And probably she thought the same
Had mixed me for another one
Who craved to get his lemming fame
Like other lemmings also ran
Towards the beauties of blue sea
Each tried to keep up with a horde
But they’re no different from me
As from the other beasts I heard.
with my family,
my soft heart tenderly beats.
tough outside my home;
my mind focuses on things
nostalgic when I'm alone.
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