Delusions Of Grandure

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Delusions Of Grandure

Illusions of fulfillment, peace and happiness...
So quietly , swiftly, smoothly take over me.
Enveloping my brain, my heart, my soul.
Pushing aside any normal feelings that at one point in time resided there.
These facades as I see them are becoming inept at disguising themselves.
Losing grip over all emotion, reaction and trust have become more than a mere afterthought.
Not knowing which direction is accurate or positive.
Misunderstanding the absolute destiny: of which has been placed before me.
 Enabling my search on a different, constantly varying plane.
Instability revealing the common thread , primary stature of my  existence.
Creating with it new found constructs of what is normal, because honestly there is no such thing as Normal...

Experiencing life with all it's libations, ridicules and consequences comes at what cost?

Do I close these eyes, so that no visions of the evil that saturates this world?

Do I shut my mouth allotting others to make decisions for me, No longer being my own individual?

Do I plug my ears in the hope that I will not bear the sound of music?

NO! NO! No!

 I will take all of the illusions, all facades , along with every misunderstanding, make them mine, own them!
Take responsibility for who you are, where you are and what you do.
Learn the necessary tools to convey my growth from all of the experiences, after all this is what we were created for...

No delusions of grandeur here just good ol' belief in what I can and will give back to this society, how it can and may take from me.

Patricia R. Leebert
10/17/2009

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bforibus commented on Delusions Of Grandure

10-18-2009

i do love a self help type of poem, but from reading so many of them on this site, it gets to be a lil hearing all the same things. maybe with a little rhyming or extreme metaphors would of made this more unique and close to your personality. good job even though

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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