Role-Model
When I was called little brother,
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.
What about the Grey?
Only a few would about the grey;
Enquire.
Even fewer,
Perhaps none
Would even begin to aspire,
Is grey the divider?
What is a divider?
A partition,
A separation,
A barrier.
In essence a carrier,
Of both dark and Light;
Having both thane sight!
The grey is never contrite,
It does and will do on sight!!!
Come with your purported might!
Closer…
Closer…
Unseen seen chaos,
These are my instruments,
Your might;;;
Will be eaten as sacrements.
For continual human growth within,
Mistakes rectified by the elder or role model;
Taught the current crop must be,
Lessons are as seeds;;;
Planted into our mother,
Blending with Earth, Water and Sun,
The seed transmutes and soon the seed has had its fun,
A plant is now the end product.
We humans are also ever transforming,
Perhaps not as apparent as natural beauty forming,
But what is natural beauty?
What is beauty?
Random randominity is beauty natural,
Random beauty is natural randominity,
Natural randominity is random beauty,
Beautiful randominity randoms naturally,
In essence;
Culturally cultural.
Not an over-spill,
Providence shines.
Understanding and comprehension,
In succession,
For thee.
The trick however is to pass on that understanding and comprehension.
But how do you do that?
When most of the generation is tuned to the Playstation!
Violent games evocating the continuation
Of our disgusting violent nation.
Perhaps attempt to not scold or tell;
Allow thane actions to speak wonders,
As an undiscovered well.
Keep the resonance of thane bell,
Consistant.
Perhaps another revolutionary,
Your prodige has to be selectant,
Of his student, his confectionary.
Without this passing down of knowledge,
We all might as well eat the most poisonous berry.
Copyright © Chad Greef | Year Posted 2013
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