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Righteous Ignorance

Psychic Innocence

I find myself okay. I’m in a happy place.
I just ignore reality, then focus on
Having fun, so I can just feel my way around.
This works well, but sometimes no fulfillment is found.
I create, yet it seems like the magic is gone.
I know that there are folks who will jump in my case.

I can feel. That’s the first step in the whole process
Of creating. The feeling must be energized
With positive emotion, then while I am there
In a high state of consciousness, I am aware
Of the fullness life offers. I can’t be chastised
As the daft Pollyanna or anything less.

With my head in the clouds I don’t want to be seen,
But I must stay there long enough to get into
What happens to be my vortex of creation.
From that place of ease and clarity, I am one
With reality, then everything that I do
Will be worthwhile, as my perceptions will be keen.

To life, I’ll give my undivided attention
Only when I am one with the best part of me.
One who’s tapped in, tuned in, and turned on in this way
Thinks about only good things, I’ll start off your day
With a positive outlook. My reality
Is with all others in this space-time dimension.

Why Do People Ignore Me?

Unlike Eyes Repel

If I could be a fly on the wall in the minds
Of the people who know me, what would I find out?
I may know by osmosis or telepathy.
Compound eyes has the fly, but my own cannot see
Why most people ignore me. So riddled with doubt
That I turn to the occult and things of those kinds.

I do find the true answer by looking within
Where the soul has a dark space that I cannot hide
Nor can I hide within it because it’s so dark
That I’m blind even to my apparent birthmark
To be worn on the outside with much pride implied.
There are reasons why I get under my own skin.

A complex of bad habits, like talking too much
About only myself and not letting folks speak
Drive a wedge between me and all others I meet.
People do like to talk but not due to conceit.
It’s that sense of communion that most people seek.
Personality often is used as a crutch.

I don’t want to be ‘negative’ yet it’s my way
Of dissecting the challenges life offers me.
I should keep to my own self my piss poor outlook.
All the jerks in the world I must let off the hook
Just because I may be one. Again, I can’t see
Past the surface illusions that we all portray.

I know that I am boring, but not by first hand
Information directly from people, but from
The collective unconscious we have access to.
I know too damned much about what I have to do
With the pearls I am given, and it would be dumb
To succumb to society’s perverse demand.