This world depicts someone like me as ultra-sensitive,
either from views of a hot temper
or from tears falling cold.
When I look in the mirror of the sky,
I only witness the luminous aura of my empathic soul.
One driven to transform extensive chaos
and ample catastrophe,
into an abstract art, or an irresistible grace
Most Insensitive people have never known.
I’ve deemed hope to facilitate peace
after I’ve heightened the consciousness of
humanity as a whole.
If I can get the glitterati to collectively
use their internal voice,
The world would find its external glow.
In this age of emotional incontinence,
it seems refreshing to emote,
It's a grotesque travesty of compatibility,
yet, on life must go,
On a ground of affinity,
A difficult ordeal of moments and modes,
Moments of altruism,
then comes modes of concern for others and their woes.
I have noticed that the more glib...