Sometimes I feel like writing; I don't claim that what I write is good,
but I like reading what I have written.
nov-06
Thank God for Intelligence
And Thank God it's Limited
For when you are in Pain
and a Pain to others
Nothing is more Painful
than to understand it so well
A child is blessed with ignorance
so when he cries, it is for himself
for his pain
when he grows, he knows
he knows others' pain
as well as his own
so though his heart hardens,
and tears come less often
when they come they bring an ache
because he knows its pain
to each detail
to sorrow, sob, and wail
So cry hot tears, intelligent one,
since tears are yours to cry
fate leaves you to wonder
if there is no path to growth
without burning eyes and searing pain