Be With Patience Poem by Joshua Bantum

The Intellectual never gets appreciated for their beauty
And the beautiful
Never for their intellect

The rich never experience the treasures of the poor
Their inambitions, their freedom
And the poor never allowed the leisure of the rich

The poet never held in idol for his voice
And the musician
Never for his lyrics

We all get to cry about these repetitious patterns
And we all eventually boast about
These differences also

So cry when you feel like crying
And boast when you feel it also

For whatever round about way you arrived
At your conclusion
What is produced from a pure mind acting
Strictly from a state of passion
Is always necessary
Always true

Passion for us
Is movement
Equaling in persistence the
Ebb and flow of nature

All forms are similar and different
Like a grain of sand resting
Alongside its brothers and sisters upon the beach
Like a sound is similar to its reverberations
Echoing everlasting
All similar in essence

And nothing is false when produced from this rhythm
Not because your pride had a say, or your ego
But because it is a pattern of life
One unbreakable
But in contrast
Consistently it is bending and forming…
So breath easy
Rest

Let naturally the pedals of your intellect stay
Rosy
And the unappreciated beauty stay dormant in its bud
Rest
Cause by having patience, the one truly mesmerized by your
Façade
Will peel back your layers and be
Fixated
By the cultivating madness and
Wisdom
That had been steeping there since your
Birth.