Fragmented Symmetry

Processing information the way I do has been rather irrational to some

For what lie the fields of my illusionary optic vision

Is common to the ways of ones unforsaken soul and un-waning heart

But foolishly seen as a lesser form of thinking to the modern man

Yet my eyes hold symmetry

That is unparalleled to them that find inelegances

As an eclipsing thought

I only see things fragmented; still these things persist with refinement

Because, by virtue beauty embraces all things

Therefore a luxury that a humble man would find himself undeserving of

And eternal grateful to

I call it the rarity of paradise

And it’s a heaven that I cannot look away from

Or willing ignore

For sacred geometry has embedded itself along the petals of a flower

While quantum mechanics remains atomically misconceived 

As a kaleidoscope of wonders

However, this mystery acknowledges  

That I am everything and everything is self

That you are everything and everything is him or her

I realized that I empathize too much

But I do not waiver in the way I feel

In view that a blind man can even see the beauty of creation

Through the action of a kind hearted individual

Remember innocence is never lost

We sometime just lose sight of our way

Making complex all that was once so simple and clean

Thus, I believe no man is evil

Though some may disagree due to historical events

And even if one may believe they are, and go out of their way to proof such belief

I stand by my testimony

So, look and understand that we are all just misunderstood

Trying hopelessly to find acceptance in this self-sacrificing life

From ourselves more so than others

Like a moon that shines in the grips of the night

That always strives to be the sun in the darkest hours of the world

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~