Winds Eclectic Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You do not understand where I am coming from?
Do I look stunned?
I am on the wings of reality.
It is a ride I have taken frequently.
And I am not surprised,
By your lack of comprehension.
Or that remoted look that appears in your eyes.

Nor am I in explanation mode!
To behold a stagnation you embrace.
To bestow upon those in hunger.
I have no need for that to be fed!

I feel winds eclectic on me.
Breezes from many directions.
In an isolated bliss that has come to assist,
In resisting conflicts...
Or temporary visits to twist me away from it!

Too many times did I find that willing to stifle!
The chaos.
The madness.
The accepted sadness hustled...
To muscle displays of fading bling.
For wounding songs to sing out of tune!

My vision is no longer clouded,
By those acts of self defeat to treat.
I am on the wings of reality.
Crab barrel free.
Although I can be seen in perfect view.
And I love that connection.
To be in and out of touch at will!
Without need to glisten a false sparkle.
To sit encrusted with overlayed embitterness.

I am on the wings of reality.
What I see so clear...
Has removed me from clouds,
That can mirage purpose with teased temptations.