‘You are a spot on the ceiling of existence’
Too cold – try again
‘You are a cell in the kaleidoscope of history’
So so – one more:
‘You are unique – and an individual specimen
of human kind’
You are a person as all person’s we be
One only is you
Never again is you
What will you do?
Can you spin like a top?
Can you cook in a pot?
Can you try harder next time?
Can you lie back and unwind?
Can you cause a storm?
Can you sleep in a dorm?
Norm – ally I wouldn’t ask you these things
But I am bringing it all back home
As we speak
So – rhyme just to ease your mind
I’m doing this to see what I find
I’m simply taking rhyme for a walk
(- as I allow myself this indulgence)
But really there ain’t much sense in my talk.
Now at this you might balk(?):
But I like the word-play game
Isn’t it a large part of the word domain?
None of this I hasten to add
Has any form of real wisdom
Or desirable worthwhile truth
I just like enjoying the pattern on the curtain
Of a Riddle’s-esque design
– with emotion – oft doth chime
The language of truth and light
That’s a whole other ball game
No entertainment there
Just profound reverent awe of God
As the King of kings steps into the ring
And fights to win your battle
Offering you His title:
To be received with thanks
But note – He is not mocked
in any shape or form
To Him I will answer –
But He is not too severe –
but severe still
towards all that destroys.
Glad I got here into something more
grave and profound
I lost the rhyme
but – true truth – has been found.