I Know












Don’t you talk to me
Like I do not know, I know

That the best of poems were never written in ink
That the purest of thoughts lies deep

I know
True smiles comes from the eyes and
That happiness do not fly on wings of wish
That men are desperate and some evil

Don’t you dare talk to me
Like I do not know
That the heavens is endless and defies science, that
The stars therein are not only ornaments, each and all its name
and wonders as assigned

I know
That God made us and then
we made our personal demons, everyman his own
That chance and time happens
and men and women mere witnesses and chroniclers
That our destination is of utmost essence
just as well as the path


Dare you school me!
I know, poetry is my cure and my disease
That I can create a beauty and a beautiful thing
in and from this world of nothingness
That as a poet and not a common man
Sitting on that rung comes with its woes
Enough to mar or make

I have always known
To listen carefully when those silent voices come rapping
on the gates of my ears
And to do their marvelous bidding as I do tonight

I know
That freedom is a fantasy
And our peace comes in broken pieces
That some will be and some will never be
and acceptance a bitter pill

Don’t you talk me to me
I know, money answereth many things but not all
That in every teardrop an atom of smile waits to unfurl
And that our lives no matter how varied the smiles or tears
are contrived to eventually wear us out.

@iAmDiipo

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