Individuality Poems

Things Doesn't Always Have To Make Sense

Things don't always have to make sense because no one makes the rules
I can say and do things the way i want because i do what I choose
God has given me free will so who are you to take that away
There is no established rules when it comes to what i do and say
There does

Mechanical Man

Too many tiny minds
telling others what to do
the sighted led by the blind
even tho' they can't do it too
curtailing all creativity
restraining imagination
destroying individuality
those who can don't need advising
those who can't should stop supervising
let me make my own mistakes
it's the only way I'll know what it takes
to get where I need to be
so put the key

Contrary to the Bone

I’m sure my first words
As a child were “No!”
Followed soon after by “Why?”
But I only really realized today,
A bit surprisingly 
Given my 66 years on this earth,
That I dislike following 
Either other’s directions
But particularly other’s trails
Obviously wishing instead
To find my own way
Changing it as it changes
Moment by moment.

And it’s been over fifty years now 
That

My Individuality

We created this stereotype,

About identities and sexuality.

Can't you see, that's private to me.

Sex is a Sacred unity, combining you and me.

Spiritually sharing our energy,

In secrecy, only GOD can see.

Think it matters you approve of my identity,

Or that you gave a month for all to see.

Like they should be looked at differently.


Its a reality lived daily

My kid's first day at kindergarten

When I saw her eyes were burnt sienna,
and her lips were purple plaid,
when she said she wasn’t my kid’s teacher,
boy, was I ever sad.

My Individuality,

Why all the hype?

We created this stereotype,

About identities and sexuality.

Can't you see, that's private to me.

Sex is a Sacred unity, combining you and me.

Spiritually sharing our energy,

In secrecy, only GOD can see.

Think it matters you approve of my identity,

Or that you gave a month for all to see.

Like im looked at differently.


Its a reality lived

Not Worthy Of A Crown

I’m not worthy of a crown,
not with my tongue wrapped in curses,
or my hands stained with gin,
toasting to life with a glass that’s seen
more dirt than decanter. 
Champagne flutes?
I’ll take a tumbler, thanks.

I don’t wear dresses that swish and sigh,
no silk surrendering to the wind -
I wear leather that’s seen more miles,
denim that hugs without

Beyond Every Frame

I’m not for every eye to see,
a quiet truth that lives in me.
Steady in heart, grounded and whole,
I guard the light within my soul.

I may not bend to each demand;
my roots hold firm where I stand.
Through scars and stumbles, I claim the road,
guided by courage to bear the load.

If I don’t fit the world’s tight

The Best That I Can Be

Oft times, I truly desire with a passion
to write like my fellow poets.
In doing that, I cannot see, the beauty 
in my own, and fail to recognize it.

To create poetical magic, I have to dig 
deep into my own reality.
For with that, and that alone, comes truth,
clear as crystalline tea.

I never try to impress wiith

You Are The Gift

God gave you a mind and soul, that are
strictly your own.

When you abandon them, to be one of 
the crowd, a sure sign, you are not grown.

Yet, I see this each day, where approval
from others, is the golden prize.

Indicating, a most lonely child, lost, never 
respecting, their own brain and body.

Pleasing others, by quieting their

To Stand Against the Crowd

     

An online site is, in no way, for the meek.

You must live in conformity, giving no cheek!

Worse, one must be a jolly gal. or smiling fellow.

Living in a pretentious world, all bubbly-mellow!



The masses loathe those, going their own way.

You must conform, or forego your right to play!

Writers must be individuals,

Sky Lanterns

Hope, wish, and pray
we all live and let live
like the lanterns in the sky
each one spreading light
not disturbing
or
trying to destroy the other one
no unhealthy competition
no ego problems
no wish to dominate
discriminate
manipulate 
others
just
keeping our individuality intact

A Song of Self, Unbound

Not tethered to a soul, I walk alone,
A captain on this course, my heart my own.
No master's hand directs my wandering feet,
My path unfolds, a tapestry complete.

My essence blooms, a garden wild and bright,
Unburdened by the rules of borrowed light.
My worth is defined by choices, not by name,
A symphony of self, a burning flame.

With a

Ambition: A Loner's Tale

Living one's truth comes with an asterisk 
Beware of the judgment of minor decisions 
Look to the sky for the clarity not yet found 
Jump at the opportunity to reach unseen heights 
Laugh at those who find you comical 
For the company you attract may not be your type 
Your light is the opposition of

The Crime We All Commit

The  fish swim in a clear, spring lake.
The bait is murder, poverty, war and insincerity.
Here come the neswspeople, your serenity to take.
Thus, we, the fish eat the bait and think that all the 
world is pure insincerity?

News-ghouls, are our new gods that we so adore.
But it’s a cash cow for the press, don’t you

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