I love to write poetry. It is an excellent way to meld words of whatever language one speaks with what one feels and experiences.

Some would disagree but to me, all living people are poets. You can hear it in the speech of people every day talking about their lives, work, situations.

Do you like poetry?

Some people enjoy poetry more than others. There are of course, your stereo-typical groups that appear to enjoy poetry than others. I suppose it could be agreed upon that the general profession of loggers would not fit in that group or a bunch of aboriginals walking about Australia. That would be a general assumption though as everyone is different when exposed to a situation or choice.

Many discussions have taken place regarding something so simple as poetry. What one person considers good poetry to be is vastly different than another, and this leads me to today’s thought.

Look at me for example. I’m not very smart, I make a living with my hands and brawn. I love children, people, life. I voted for Trump. I’m vehemently against abortion, hate, degradation of people, yet I love to cut tree’s down, laugh at humanities confusion about natural resources, global warming, war…

My poetry is not acceptable to most just as I repel most. Fitting actually.

So too, you. If you embrace what you are, you and not the group you seek approval in, then you are just like me.

This is what is lost in this world today. The ability to be and try.

“Horseshit Robin, a bunch of fucked up words if you ask me. You’re a fucking monster. Trust me, there is no one as fucked up as you on this entire planet…”

Not true parasite, that’s your opinion and actually one like many people. People blindly glued to whatever social herd they identify with. Such groups lose their individual identity and these people close their minds to those not ‘like’ them.

Have you noticed lately the polarization of your modern world? With all the instant choices and fulfillment’s of such, the world has turned into a hard-shelled place filled with bubbles of social groups. Each bubble filled with people who really cannot handle this fast-paced stage of their evolution.

Humanity has evolved nicely the past millions of years. Slowly coming to terms of its mental, physical, and spiritual growth… But today? Yikes. Unbalanced. Chaos. Science is outstripping the body/mind. So, now the polarization.

A liberal man/woman, lost in whatever worldly faith they believe in would never like my poetry, or a conservatives, whereas I can find the enjoyment in theirs. Why? Well, that’s a whole other story.

Titles: Conservative, Liberal. So many more as the bubble groups do love the titles.

I guess what it comes down to is this. Ignorance. If one does not have the ability to see even their own faults and weakness then they definitely cannot understand the weakness of others. And this is how all the shit I just wrote applies to poetry.

First, most people do not read poetry. Those that do, choose to enjoy that pertaining to the bubble of a group they align with.

“Robin, make sense. Your mind is weird today.”

Everyday parasite, everyday, not just today.

If you’re reading this and never wrote a poem, please do. If you are constantly lost in your worldly views, try and glimpse, even if only for a moment, the view of others you don’t like or approve of. Just this simple action is an evolutionary leap far above those others who are stuck in a rut they will never rise from.