Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
Someone said: Iím an anomaly ó which sounds good to me, As, I donít like to be labeled, nor pigeonholed, you see. You canít put me in a box, nor in this camp or that camp, As, I donít belong in any; wonít accept a rubber stamp.
I never swing right or left, other than to stop and seize Whateverís right and worthy, for why not, grasp such as these? I take whatís good from anywhere, but I leave behind whatís not, As good or bad, right or wrong, one in every camp can spot.
Iím not this side of the fence, that side of the fence, nor on it, Iím just simply who I am, a mixture, a composite. I can think for myself, work things out, make up my own mind, Iím no puppet, no clone, nor one who just falls in behind.
I do what I think is right, not what others say is right, I make my own decisions, knowing allís not black and white. Thoughtfully, Iíll listen to folk, hear what theyíve got to say, But my train runs on my track ó not on anotherís railway.
Iíve my own bridges to cross, my own tunnels to go through, My own stations to call at, my very own schedule too. Yes, I journey on my train, one I do not want derailed, Hence why I wonít be pressured, nor by othersí thinking jailed.
So, by all means state your case, say what you think; thatís your right, But when you do, leave it there, donít badger, argue, or fight. Remember: My lifeís my life; that we all chart our own course; That when it comes to others, we shouldnít use pressure or force,
Yes, Iím an anomaly, thatís the way I wish to be, For I believe that that way, oneís balanced more correctly. I donít believe in camps, nor in boxes (some with a lock), For Iíve found camps and boxes, growth and insight badly block.