Oddity Time Backward Poem by Clinton Siegle

The trick is not to let people know how really weird you are until it is too late for them to back out. I am just one step away from being rich, all I need now is money. I am not hard to buy for. Go to a bookstore. Buy a book. Share this if you admit that you are weird and do not care. If you cannot stand my humor, then do not add me. I stay a bit overweight because it would not be fair to all the skinny people if I were this attractive intelligent, funny and thin. It is a public service really.... Human beings cling to material things that are cold as snow, whereas I seek the flame of love... For I have discovered that material things kill painlessly, but love revives us through torments. Often people who criticize your life are the same people that do not know the price you paid to get to where you are today. Relax we are all crazy it is not a competition. I am the kind of crazy you were not warned about because no one knew this level existed. The greatest prison people live in, is the fear of what other people think. Did you ever listen to someone for a while and wonder who ties their shoes for them? I too. Been there done that. Then been there several more times. because apparently I never learn. IF you wish to understand the universe, think of energy frequency and vibration.

Humans should not meddle in the in the affairs of dragons... humans after all taste good with ketchup...A book is a magic portal to another dimension- taken a book is better than any drug to be high on for to read brings about imagination and dreams. The secret is not to tell those that could reach this stage but to hold onto this reality a bit by bit to make it yours. It is first responsibility of dreamers to question the authority of those seeking to enter. Secrets after all are only true when one and only one knows them. To reach these secrets visiting a person that happens to see the world a little differently such as a poet, writer, or those just a bit off and talking with them happens to open their minds to ideas. Think before thinking becomes illegal. Read before they burn or destroy the books again... Imagine before the end...

Do not wish, not to know. Because you prefer to remain unenlightened, to better be a cow slaughtered in the dark. The end was here and a poor poet I am. A hero to no one who remembers. However, within my imagination, I am someone as important as the next person an influencer of good with a little naughty on the side. Someone you are pleased to know of but do not really know for sure. For how can one know a poet's heart when his words on paper stray from politics to famous people to a cartoon drawn just recently by noon? To say I am recognizable is a short statement to those that read tiny articles or notes pinned here and there. Alternatively, poor poetry sent to people that had half a mind not read it for what is a poet, but a small person within himself caught by today's light and in the night as unbalanced as a mad hatter at a tea party with Alice in Wonderland So few actually remembers days as a poet nor see through his eyes how the world was changing due to people lack of kindness or rareness. Shame is but sadness today. Forgotten is the way to be true and heart-felt best friends to a mad hatter.

I am currently unsupervised I know. It freaks me out too. However, the possibilities are endless. Blessed are the weird people— poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters, troubadours— for they teach us to see the world through different eyes. So you are okay with the government having the weaponry to annihilate all life on earth... But you are upset with someone who owns a rifle that holds 30 rounds? When someone tells me, I live in a fantasy world, I take that as a compliment. Never be afraid to sit awhile and think. The most precious jewels you will ever have around your neck are the arms of your children. Can you handle all this awesomeness? We are each given a limitless capacity to love and attain wisdom. The extent we use these gifts is our choice. One cannot be spiritually fulfilled until another animal has touched one's soul. "YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH PEOPLE'S MINDS" writer's block when your imaginary friends stop talking to you. Clint the world is an odd place nowadays. Is it life of ease precisely losing its ease? Conversely, is it life accurately being what it is.