“Sorrowful Meaning”

Why do people always judge the good and evil,

When they know right from wrong yet they don’t try to be equal,

and steer from evil past the prequel of the hypocritical people?

But instead they leave it to the population and hope for a miracle,

And then people look to others like THEY’RE the oracle?

I used to see the world being welcoming until it brought forth disdain in a world where it’s costly to ever be presenting.

We present in the world to make a standing even when we’re changing,

Where at times we don’t act like ourselves we share the reflection of the people we vary.

I look around and see no smiles,

nothing but frowns even when turned upside down for miles.

People lacked the heart to listen to that sound in their hearts that they chose to vow to and called that an art,

now they refuse to bow and instead lie to everyone;

loved ones too, yet it tears them apart.

Some people look to the world and only find a menace,

and the people become judgmental of their nemesis,

then people call those people an arch-nemesis,

off of them being called out for their resentment,

and it’s the pretense of their full judgment, existential in relation to its punishment.

People call that divine judgment,

When it’s humanity’s selfish acts of forced righteousness.

I believe that I was placed here on a mission,

I know not my place in this world for I’m an anomaly,

a mystery wondering whom I myself am destined to be,

splitting my character like the atom of a nuclear fission struggling to wander and be free from society.

The world knows not me,

for I’m not of it,

my very self is out of the world’s business and that’s just my being,

the whole parts and the applicable sum of it.

I'm the son of a pastor,

brother of multiple siblings that have accomplished a lot of things before me,

and the one thing I have’s my creativity mastered.

I’ve learned that my place holds something in my poetry,

and due to autism some cry and others are astounded yet I’m only proud of my complexity.

I don’t have a place in the world like anyone else because the grass you see on the earth in my eyes is pointed brass prickling whatever comes first.

I’m simply a normal man,

living my life outside the stands while the people around me only stand and wave their arms that I may extend to their hand.

Among the beauty I look for the free,

The flowers are growing and blooming as I pray I can get away from my problems that come from society’s inequity.

People look to the world with greed,

I look at it with the love of the seen,

and maybe if people tried to make others seen,

the world wouldn’t be so meek and dirty with destruction and grief.

Maybe the tortured souls would take down their walls and bury their holes,

or maybe they would strive to make themselves whole,

if the evil that took them out of their homes gave them mercy and sheltered them from the pain that came from another’s bones.

It’s sorrowful to be sorrow and full,

and the world gave us enough to be hollow and dull.

We’ve sharpened our weapons for years and lost to a cult that relied only on control to create a human cull.

The world sings with a melody,

but from the people I hear the screaming.

The pain and agony with few acceptance of positive mentality making them happy.

Maybe you wonder why the world is the way it is,

let me tell you and hopefully you may realize and understand the shift:

Everyday people take too much they can lift,

They rely too late on others and then take the pain of the one that should’ve got hit.

Some claim they love the other and then go after another,

and then they try to play off love as a sexual factor.

Some people ask God to give them a sign then they get upset when the lines aren’t at all how they like…

Where is peace when you never put the people at ease?

We wonder why we’re in danger with people suffering from anger shouting “PLEASE!”

Yet complete strangers can be the ones that hear our plea,

And sadly that’s just the way it’s seen.

Amidst the sway that our lives give us,

we have the power to call upon the hours so that we may be filled with our blessings though you may believe that I’m bluffing.

Society ended like this because people didn’t listen,

and the world is like this because no one had themselves properly fastened.