as i start this series of 27 poems for my 27th🎈. i’d like to thank each of you who have subscribed. cheers to new and old works alike.
we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is filled with passion.
— john keating, dead poets society
many times thought is thought, to be just that… thought what philosophy teaches is that, what is common is uncommon common folk discuss minutiae artist build sculptures of clay in da background are leaders da puppeteers not da heads of state those in da shadows that keep our minds at bay .deeply organized a world order, hidden in plain sight how we’ve built such tall structures for defense, which raised walls of imaginary borders for religion, an offering to da puppeteers’ greed for man’s ego, a fortress torn down with fragility with propaganda and myths those buried with da library of alexandria those sold by da city of atlantis .raphael drew a painting not a picasso where da center of da world was… athens i once wrote a poem not an angelou where i met my maya before da calendar turned before da late night clock marched marched ahead without meaning .to know this series was never meant to be a happy ending stop trying to understand da metaphors cause this was just a thought thoughtfully, to entertain does that make us da same? or am i da only one, who’s insane?