Intellectual Delicacy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Enjoying rhetoric of the past, reading it like a delicacy
to intellect, satisfying certain interior thoughts with-
in my mind.

Not knowing about them earlier, now having found it to
be so here in later life, accepting ideas and facts of
past historians, philosophers, priests and learned people.

Not exactly taking it all to heart, for there are things
I don't agree with at all, arguing their points don't
really draw any conclusions the way they're thought about.

Testing everything, being exceedingly inquisitive and
curious, learning at my own pace and in my own way how to
correct it through innate knowledge and wisdom.

Some thing's being so blatantly a lie, curtains of illusion
being drawn closely around them, trying to hide the truth
from the general population, so as to make them slaves of
their greed, selfishness and individual corruption.