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Of Man and Idiot

Poetry By: jmurch
Poetry



This poem is not meant to offend, but it is to say hey...do not judge others. It was intended for people who are not "normal..." Here is my question for you friends of the pen. What is "normal?"


Submitted:Jul 12, 2012    Reads: 88    Comments: 17    Likes: 8   


An idiot is a man once you get to know him

with a heart of gold that a man don't have,

raining the grass because no one understands.

Man loses the stars.

The sparkle.

The allure.

Through the years and years

in the wrinkles beneath his eyes.

He don't see.

He can't see.

His vision is blind by mist,

but the idiot believes. And.

Streams still flow never drying in drought

in scorn still mystified to supernatural worlds.

To the magic of fairies.

To great visions of children.

He knows what love is because he is.

A man.

While man dries withered like a prune.

In sun.

No longer a man,

but an idiot

in dust to dust

so unhappy. Man is.

When death becomes him.





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