wording identity

wording identity

A Poem by Ed

nevermind reap

problem of system

learning to sow
me and my witness
already been told the rules
pretty much what is intended
breathe and forget nonsense
pride has me. Here, sitting defendant.
Looking at the reminder I pointed the finger
at the one sitting filled with comfort and wealth
knowing I was smart enough to be right about people as if I know so well
seemless to notice not to act too clever, yet have a enthusiasm and attraction for the word yet not act better
Words define, and words defame
words defile in this generation today. Use them yet I did not create and cannot take therefore as little as been given
a symmetry of skin, an electromagnetic nervous system, a calcium based deposit mechanics,  photosynthesis with lenses, and a spark of curiosity
we attempt to make our words means of deceiving if not, ourselves, believing that because we have built a sand castle and use our spark to give it forms

 we believe we created something we have formed and molded the sand from. something that wasn't taken and
was more than what is there.


Response to our initiative of action,

 though the word human applies only as other words do like existence, don't get too attached to that sports car.  
Odd enough humility is a word. Only enjoyment you can have is the moment so far.
  If no one is there to see a stone, buried and in layers in sediment
it turns into jewels and precious stones, intricate mineral composites, electroconducive materials.  and all this without the involvement of human affairs and endeavor.
Then our small spark of curiousity has and always been the source of our greatest accomplisments, our most maddening themes of human misdirection on the road to understanding ourselves
and the source of our intelligence, so sentience. the self awareness that only feeds the component of our being to a driven passions and determination to see ones reflection.
To be satisfied with the question that lead us to what each of us individually, collectively and everything in between the story of a human life.  our identity. creation.

© 2017 Ed


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Added on April 2, 2017
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