Community Poem – Book of 2012, Chapter 3

Wow, scary! Where do I start?

I’m feeling tremendous love for Sudan these days. I just hope it lasts…

And so do I…for I have uttered (secretly) what I never thought I’d say: “It’s good to be home”

Slickity click, all words fit, so let’s make the trip. To the wonderful world of moral purity

And a pure joining of an inherent mind and peace integration

I hope that peace of mind and soul is found

Found in purity that cannot be defined

But what if I define the purity you speak of?

No, it can’t be defined as it is so divine

Divine is relative…does it exist?

Existence itself is divine.

Be proud and please don’t whine

Is crying our beloved country, our beloved youth

Should we cry for our youth or for what’s to come?

Or why not change our temp to a beat of a different drum

Or throw the drums away, and then we’ll all become…

One resonation, one vibration, one nation.

There you go, life.

Here I come, death.

You fear me when you shouldn’t, a test.

Forget the fact that you’re dealing with the very best.

But I am not the best. I am but a humble human with errors.

Yes, errors. The right amount of wrong, just perfect.

Serve it, beyond right and wrong there’s a field.

Society’s acceptance is a prison, disguise is a palace.

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♠ February 6, 2012 ♠