'Peculiar Beliefs'
© Raul Cortes Jr. 9-23-19
Who is the author of confusion? God or the devil?
Who am I to bury my talent exposing these illusions? Called or a rebel?
If poetry brings wealth to my wife, so be it then.
& if she so happens to be a greater passion of life, I will leave my pen.
God is the creator, that's where I get it from.
The matrix wants to enslave us, I choose to get unplugged.
All things are possible to them that believe.
I'm in the world but not of it, isolation can deprive of many things.
And with that said, I write the vision & make it plain.
Eagles are animals of distinct vision, I pray I don't wait in vain.
Who am I, without the expression of love?
Hearts are waxing cold, mine melts temperatures untold, the fire will not budge.
Many seek to be successful, few seek to become of value.
Have I become a rarity in the world, where credibility is measured by fame, fortune & volume?
I walk away from the broad path & forge where there is none,...
Towards the narrow way where the sparrow prays, people will say I can't do it, until its done.
©polo
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