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A month or two ago, I shared a poem entitled That Fine Line which used a quote of Albert Einstein's for the premise of the
poem. The quote was that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
The poem Centerness hits on the same kind of thought. And again another quote which I believe also came from Albert
Einstein. And that is the definition of insanity - trying the same thing over and over again looking for a different answer. I
believe that every alcoholic and addict will say that this definition is right on.
poem. The quote was that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
The poem Centerness hits on the same kind of thought. And again another quote which I believe also came from Albert
Einstein. And that is the definition of insanity - trying the same thing over and over again looking for a different answer. I
believe that every alcoholic and addict will say that this definition is right on.
| Centerness a world gone crazy and I played along got out of myself fell away from the center things beyond my power I tried to control banged my head against an immovable force new plans... new ideas tried and tried again turned black and blue so busy... couldn't think I sat down... eyeing that force could it be scaled or... dug under what would it take to be in control then... a revelation I sat down... and was still and saw the beauty of the force and together we were divine |
| Obsession followed blindly never questioning the reason for what others believed slowly dying in a world that wasn't mine ashamed of the quiet that surrounded me while bombs exploded both around... and inside me no idea of any truth eyes saw the destruction but no one understood why the soul died and sadly... no one cared when I jumped off that cliff an illusion into a world where God had no place anger and rage was the power that supplied the strength to play the games... lies and manipulation alcohol and drugs just part of the formula control of others brought self-worth an accomplishment of conquest but along the way needed more booze... more control... it was the end of sanity no longer controlling just... being controlled |
| He Smiled he smiled... an awkward smile but it was still pretty to see it had been so long since it was allowed the fear left then he realized it was OK... to feel good without guilt it didn't deal with the shame that would take time but right now he smiled... ear to ear there was hope for a brighter tomorrow and he allowed it to happen thank God... he smiled |
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