there is no greater feeling
than having a purpose people don’t understand,
don’t believe is possible,
and don’t do.
genius is
not merely thinking something different
but doing something different
so much so, that it become your identity.
intelligence
is overrated—many so called “intelligent” people
are doing repetitive tasks
that keep their minds carefully controlled
by the busyness of their day.
a genius does it differently
has a different value
and the whole person must be in alignment
with that value.
the problem with most people who practice major religions
is that they do so half-heartedly.
they should keep the commandments,
but they ask forgiveness instead.
there are problems with genius
it must be courted like a lover
because she won’t sleep with you
without finesse.
When I got my first apartment in Maple Valley
it was on the 3rd floor, overlooking a small town
and the hot horizon burned each black evening, above the treetops
and I dreamed
that the next morning, I was going to do it
but I didn’t.
I wrote a few poems, but I could never make her love me
all day.
My summer schedule allowed me to do this
and I quickly got bored, or ran out of words
or
it was just pure torture
to keep doing the thing
and I’d stop.
genius is continuous love
and it isn’t easy to understand.
Someone will ask me what I did last summer
and I’ll say, “I wrote my novel.”
“What else did you do?” They might ask
“I wrote my novel.”
“You didn’t do anything else?”
“What did you do?”
“We went camping, saw a few good movies, visited relatives…”
I guess they could call that living their lives
but it’s not the way I want to live mine.
genius sets you on fire like the sunset
it must be captured, before the lights go out
it is obsession
passion
and pure love
there is no other reason to be alive.
genius is the height of purpose.
it embodies you
it isn’t found anywhere
but in you.
it doesn’t react to arguments
it cuts straight through
like my bicycle
riding between
summer gusts of wind.
I type
I don’t know where my words come from
and my best writing begins forming sentences
before I wake up.
genius is as much about doing
as not doing
it requires great effort
to a point
until no effort is needed
and it does it on its own.
that is the miracle
and I live for it
What else is there?
“Do you get lonely?” I’ve been asked
“My ambition keeps me company.”
“And what is that?”
“To do, what I was meant to.”
Let celebrities have fame
Let successful writers be successful
Let someone else take the stage
While I write, without distractions
without the world calling my name
with only the sunset, to guide me.
…and the hot horizon burned each black evening, above the treetops…
Yep
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I’m glad that you liked it, Chagall!!!
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