… his brilliance, his song

A kid, his brilliance, his song.

In this gullible world,
his own song,
like no other.
No chorus,
like alone pushing clues.
Perpetual and seamless,
like ventures unexampled.
Adamant and naive,
unlike ripples in waters
that cease at lands amazement.

And a kid, his brilliance, his song.

In this restrained world,
his own song,
like no other.
Clubbed to a domain,
like his world it is.
Shunned to closet,
like exploration ain’t worth.
Floors won and seated upon
by bosses of sections,
must he crawl stairs to convince all.

And again,
a kid, his brilliance, his song.

Need be,
neither gullible nor restrained,
but receptive.
Need be,
not uncomfortable standing ovation,
to chain of commands,
but allowance to speak.
Need be,
not rejection conducing adamant,
but ear to hear.

And shall rejoice
kid and the world,
and staged bosses,
with his brilliance, his song.

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Here’s to CARE for REAL

Here's to care (walking by night)

Talked with authority,
among untroubled groups.
Prognosticating futurity
of crime stricken grounds.
Braggartly spilling ideas,
protagonist of their tale.
These men.

But then sun departed,
to opposite corridors.
Night swallowed raw,
streets in business.
A girl brutalized,
in the empty suburb.
These men

passing by,
rolled down their eyes
and
walked away……

I’m always reminded of a quote that changed the way I thought about helping others, more so eradicated the excuses that I made to not care!

IF I LOOK AT THE MASSES, I WILL NEVER ACT. IF I LOOK AT THE ONE, I WILL.
– Mother Theresa