Normal Is Boring// A Poetic Painter( Poems)
NORMAL IS BORING.
I desire to be of unknown
For being known seems disregarding
To attain a height above normalcy
From the skies to go deep beneath the sea
With my eyes I should see
Things of value and worthwhile
I rather go wild than be tamed
Tamed by normalcy of human thoughts
A summary of all that I have been taught
I am unsatisfied.
Distract me oh ye Wisdom
Attract me oh ye Knowledge
And embrace me oh ye Understanding
For I look forward not to be saddened.
How so boring the cycle is
A repeated line of same activities
With no change of possibilities
Here I am in the present
Yet bonded with the future
And Time, the bridge I am to cross with no rush
Hush! Hush!
Stay silent
For that is when you say more to yourself
A needed monologue.
A repeated occurrence makes it a normal
A simple diversion makes it abnormal.
Let the Sun darken
The Earth, shine bright
And the Moon, rain on Earth
A great diversion from normalcy
A diversion from Boredom.
A POETIC PAINTER.
In the nights when all things become calm and lesser sounds become louder noises,
Under the blue moon, very rare days.
Days when the stars outshine the Sun,
The Sun at its lowest.
Oh! How can I forget,
How can I forget the causative of those nights,
"Tell me more" you said,
"Tell me more of your words"
Words that make your ears hunger and become insatiable,
Deep deep down it goes,
Deep deep down to the abyss of your heart,
Where even your demons applaud the words and keeps them calm,
Oh! How you would wish I become a song on repeat,
A song on the stereo with a strong signal,
That you would loud until your eardrums ache.
Oh! My words,
Oh! My creativity,
Like the ale of Vikings that you keep drinking to stupor,
I am no singer to sing you to sleep,
But I am a poet,
I will read you a poem to sleep,
The beauty of my words and the tenderness of my creativity,
Like a silk, so expensive.
I am a painter with no paints,
Your mind is my drawing board,
Choose the colours that pleases your heart.