All comes in warm and cold degrees even dichotomies
Light of dawn's honesty, the dark of twilight's dishonesties
Springs sprouting green of new life's youth
Falls yellowing death of summer's living truth
Lies fall in golden leaves, snow covers flake by flake
Life that one once believes, cold winds of time does take
Insanity of a whirlwind becomes a gentle breeze
The heat of genius melts into shadows of autism's disease
There is no one point where blue becomes green
At which wavelength is orange as red seen
How many drops must fall to call it rain
How many broken rules to be called insane
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2026 03:13
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Good write SB. Yes, it's said that in autism, etc, the brain may go into some sort of overload.
On a lighter level, KP insults me, and says to me 'No danger there then of your brain going into overload; you've only got 3 brain cells!' Just for saying that, extra helpings of sewage for you today KP. Even then I'm still being too generous - all that protein, nourishment, etc, that I feed ya! lol.
Thanks so much Orchi for the review and understanding. Yes too much sewage may cause weight gain
Sometimes you have to accept
to following the path of genius
in order to survive the fools .
Thanks for the read Lorenz and indeed who is the fool and where does genius begin.
What is reality and what conduits does it go through and get interpreted, sometimes it feels like a lot is left to chance and too many factors. But that’s just me being slung from this engaging poem🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks so much Cryptic for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated my friend.
Most welcome dearest friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Love the last 2 lines. This poem really challenges the boundaries we have made. Beautifully penned, a fave.
Thank you so much Abdullah for your review and kind words of support they are most valued
a great write, arent we all a little mad ?
Thank you so much Norman. We all contain different mixtures of all things and so yes Norman we are all a little mad.
Nicely said . Your poem aims to provoke thought and reflection on the nature of reality, the fluidity of perception, and the complexity of humans.
On the mark. Well done friend.
Soren… I’ve wrestled with that space where things don’t divide cleanly…where everything blends and resists definition. This brings that feeling through clearly. Well written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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