Indescribable Weirdness

Never again will I be so queer and strangely weird
Even if I begin to sound through my words,
That life to me with the people in my World,
Is of timeless display of characters both good and bad;
Nevertheless I shall sojourn in it with a piece of me
To regain the path of Wisdom or Folly in me.

For in trying to express I seem to repress,
Life’s countless dramas of moods and disposition.
Bearing in mind its the History of One
Which in generality becomes the mindset of all;
Thoughts fallen short in validity and concise detail
Still is the window of what the world be.

Here’s the marvel of Life’s Challenges
Is the battle of win and lose struggles,
If won by me, the ego is lauded
If lost, the pain tunes up the bruises caused;
Across my priorities, disposition and properties,
Is the amount of Risks and profit rewarded.

Whence tis the reaction from people,
Who try to swing all that them heathens,
In their actions and words so non civil;
Is my interpretation to pray for a change in them.
Though its like asking God to be man,
Still I seek to transform the good in them.

Yet I’m lost in the quest to sustain the change,
To stir the motivation that quickly wanes.
For to interact with man despite all his odds,
Is like bathing a fine stone with sweet perfume;
A little while you’re happy to associate with him
Only for another moment to cross the lines and divide the spoils.

Or about me who’s trying to identify mine,
Spotting all the Weaknesses, Dislikes and any odds.
I award myself by reducing such hard facts for Talents
When in essence, the odds should be my burning fuel,
To maintain a fair balance to others and Nature,
Letting out it no matter how its emitted.

This at times colours the trait of the unknown to me,
Of Traitor, Weakling, Hypocrite,Confused and all its negatives,
Owing to fear of those around me-whoever to me;
The vent of character hardly shown, barely noticed
Is my prayer to use as a divine tool through me.
So I may work with God and Neighbours to pave my path.

Thus this is like a touch of thick and thin,
Between who’s sane among you and me.
Like a game of luck or chance a die is cast
Disclosing probabilities of Contrast and Differences;
Yet a winner must exist, with near or far outcomes
Its neither you or I or astonishingly so, another else

In my gain of saying, I speak wisely
And bet to challenge you can do better;
Though I wait that man may attain;
The awareness to reduce the insanity of this cruel world,
By ensuing Love- any kind especially from the Heart,
And to heal another with justified works and Prayers.

A Publication of Onyeador Anthony for Uniquely Mustered