To Thy Self Be True Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Loving thoughts live forever
Customize your mind
Centered in symmetric joy
The moon lights the temple
Love is in every night sky
No one is better or worse
Everyman is Christ
Everyman is whom he died for
Pettiness is garbage
Every candle goes out
All this pride on top of dust
We occupy ourselves with triteness
With little tragic games
I am the guiltiest
It is so easy to try to be accepted
Pointing fingers does nothing
Changing others is not my job
Dealing with myself is my job
Dealing with others is Gods buisness

Serene Bach plays in the background
Man he was a giant
He sure thought some sweet thoughts
Social incest gobbles people up
Thinking other peoples thoughts
People pleasing, kissing ass
Clicks are not love
I see allot of my art is sham
Here and there something real gets out
I love Gods creation
When I reflect that something true happens
Grudges and proving points only diminishes
Wasting time putting things in categories
Thinking the mundane
Writing profound is totally individual
Like Emily Dickinson
Her poetry was seen after her death
She didn't write to be popular
Real art is never before the crowd

To thy self be true is harder than you think