Kind of a Freak

809.1Kind of a Freak

You’ve seen a lot of art unlike mine
But when you view me you will find
All of my characteristics plainly
I’ll distinguish mine vainly

Since it is unique
And I’m kind of a freak
Of nature unwilling
But forcefully killing

Each delicate, polite, fragile sound
You’ll feel my presence when I’m not around!
Not to frighten, but to boldly show
That when I portray art, I clearly KNOW!

About all the struggle
Trouble, toil & bubble
Could I be a witch?
No, my brain is unhitched!

There are so many ways to ride
Side-saddle, backward, or stride
This pony is free from societal reigns
But galloping back, there are gains

My words strangely speak of a witch and a horse
But I’m a mere artist, just playing, of course
Life would be mundane if there’s nothing to stain
That’s why we could never restrain, sustain, or remain

Inertia only results with our attempts
But movement we crave to reach farther depths
We understand ourselves as we gather our thoughts
To absent-mindedly declare,”Oh Dear!…I forgot!”

I’m not a one-trick pony
I’ve got more up my sleeve
Than the heart that you see
On the outside…and…I can’t leave!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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