[Asterisked Accolade]

A poem i wrote for my book a couple years ago when i first started:



Pivotal Puzzles

We are bombarded by baffling puzzle pieces of wisdom,
In order to regulate our misempathetic disincentives.

It’s grown virtually impossible to explain our actions,
And our actions must explain ostensibly impossible growth as a whole.

But instead, we bury ourselves and broaden our regrets,
Lying to our dearest, hurting whoever we must.

And so, we fear reaching the top,
Because we’ve grown to love the feeling of rising.

We’re losing track of who we are;
A sentient project, set loose and viral.

With the potential for good,
But the encrypted codex of a malevolent existence.

Then again, everything can correct itself,
Through the providence and purity of innovative expression.

The originality of self,
Infused with the diversity of mind; only limited by expectation.

To follow the guidelines of expression,
Is to not honestly express.

Expression is the instinctive gift of connecting the basic puzzle pieces of empathy,
Into the celestial magnificence of humankind’s embodiment of it’s potential for good