Perceived or Deceived and Association of the "Norms"

Perceived or Deceived?

“What exactly is Reality?” I must poignantly ask,
Although I doubt that an answer will easily come to pass.

Is it the voice in YOUR head that you call a conscience?
Or is it the ones in MINE that I call multiple consciences?

Is YOURS a moral, ethical, determinate source?
And MINE is chemicals, oh of course!

Is it the pictures that YOU view in your hand, purposely holding it so that the light is just so; places, pets, and of course of You?
Or is it the “pictures” I see without the aid of a camera without beckoning, it to comes into my view?

Is YOURS a tangent item therefore it IS?
And MINE of course a figment of mental waves, diet or meds, just a mixture of mental fizz?
Oh, of course….I see.

Is what YOU feel tingles and chills, wind blowing through your space, or just a bug whishing across your face?
And MINE would be hallucinations, delusions, or a mental case?

YOUR sensations can be explained?
And MINE must then be feigned?
Oh of course…I see.

Hmmm….I wonder….have you ever felt,
A hand caress your face,
And NOTHING is in its place?

Have you touched the tools of days of old,
And seen so many stories untold?

Have you felt the paper upon which you write,
And get the impression it is so big, it seems like a kite?

Have you stared as a stranger, appears from no where,
As if to tell you something they want to share?

Oh you haven’t sensed these things?
Therefore they are not real,
Oh of course…..i see…..

Unfortunately, I DO SEE,
That you are being a self absorbed ME!!

Not one person has ASKED for your empathy,
Some may have for your sympathy,
But not this one, I can promise you that,
For without that added sensation God has bestowed upon me,
I am not sure that I could clearly see….

Just how self-absorbed the masses are,
With things deemed normal, always walking in a perpetual maze,
Never knowing quite what will be the next craze,
Therefore they must keep up with that.

Forget the ones they pass along the way,
Or those they judge so quickly and send astray,
For the moment is fleeting, their cell phones bleeping
And missing a SINGLE moment of THAT they are NOT seeking.

It is all about the I, about the ME,
About the I WILL NOT have an open mind,
I will stay upon this chosen path, although it’s not mine.


And anything that strays its worn-out, most used trail,
Will be left to fend for itself for REAL.

For whatever would others think, if there were a possibility,
That there are some, ( just perchance), beside them, in their innermost circles!!!
That perceives the world differently, don’t conform, and yet not deemed un-NORMAL?
Again a word left to perception….or is it deception??

Reality?
Normality?
Deception?
Perception?
WHOSE IS LACKING?
WHOSE IS TOO FULL?
AND WHOSE CUP RUNNETH OVER??

Ctrygirl 11/07








Association of the NORMS


Who or What determines NORMAL??
Of this I so need to know,
For I’ve read the bible 7 times: to and fro,
And I’ve never recalled reading it there.

Perhaps it is my obsession with the actions of those inside those pages...
That captured my attention like cages,
But I certainly cannot recall,
GOD telling me to be NORMAL, at ALL???

Oh but others, Now THEY tell me so,
They tell me what I should say and know,
They tell me what is disorder and what is not,
How to tell the difference regardless of what’s in my heart.

Society SHOWS me with their actions,
Just how normal is accepted in all of today’s fashion.

Be it shopping, public involvement, church pews to fill,
Conversing on the phone, or just when to sit still.

But somehow I don’t seem to fit the mold,
Something must be broken I’m told,
For I get overwhelmed and panic inside a store
And I’m not able to take crowds anymore.

I see who sits poignantly, proudly, and puffed up on the pews,
That might be religion and faithfulness to YOU.
But to ME it's quite different you see,
here, right here, under the oak tree just the bible and me. (and GOD)

The phone seems confining, and I rarely sit still,
it’s true and not of free will.

But I have my own reasoning, here in MY head,
Whose to say YOURS is right instead?

I don’t like the materialism of this world at all,
So why would I go shopping at the local mall?

I lived half …well over half…of my life in the public eye supreme,
Perhaps my dogmatic approach to reach that has seemed,
An easy task for me from afar, but little did you know the nights of burning oil,
Of sleepless WEEKS no matter how hard I tried to rest,
But perhaps not knowing is best.

Noises on the phone seemed so intensified at times, others I misunderstand, can’t hear the words spoken,
Yet I’m supposed to like talking when I can’t see the mouth working?

Sitting still I can do if you talk of location,
But limb, body or mind are at all times engaged,
expressing words, depression, or rage,
Or simply keeping me in place.

It’s not something I control or often even realize is upon me
This so many fail to see,
For they experience the interruptions, the lost conversations,
The staring, the fast speaking, and pulled back relations.

So instead of discovering what it’s all about?
Oh no, they simply place doubt.

Instead, they ostracized through their talks and all their lies,
Their false documentaries, lumping one into many,
Affecting so many innocent lives.

But there is one that is openly and shockingly
Watching their actions from afar,
As I study from the mountain near the sky, right under the Northern star.

And learning of how human kind should be,
Nothing like half the things I read,
not a fifth of what I see.

But then again, I’M not NORMAL….
Thank you Dearest Lord,
For I and others like me,
Ours must be the Cups that runneth over…..

ctrygirl 08