The mind is curious, as to how it should start?
What written descriptions should it attempt to impart?
So, the poetry ends up being begun, by outlining
The initial thoughts (which the mind thought).
The hands and ink are soon visually defining,
What the creative conscious, previously wrought.
The various universal ideas grow and slowly pile,
Delivered with a residue of restricted personal style;
To create a broad mosaic – composed of lyrical tile.
The collage contains a hint, of the hues seen
In the multiple faces (each tint), passing by the eyes.
Yet, all these superficial complexions – are a disguise
(All that appears perceptible, is a dream).
Just an archaic, ancient, outdated system of control;
A way for humans to draw barriers, to isolate – and separate…
To take both apples and oranges – fruit,
And overlook that both start with a root.
… To take the color of skin, sexual preference – and segregate.
Differences in the flesh, similarity in the spirit and soul.
Stepping back from the paper and individual face,
To admire the entire spectrum of the human race;
Beauty, allure, and absolute perfection is crystallized –
In every potential variation, which is possibly visualized.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
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