Change me, rearrange me
The pieces that make me Bobby
Can also be reconfigured to make superman if you let them
If I let you let them

I'm am simple yet complex
Neglect me and I will still grow
Love me and you will make me whole
Even though you know that I know you know the truth

My imperfections are what make me perfect
Perfection is for the naive ones
Superman or supermen, we are but all human
Divinity I am, if I am part of god

The whole truth and nothing but the truth is a lie
Look at me and tell me to my face eye to eye
Who cares if you're scared
I am too.....

You keep telling me think outside the box
Understand that I live in a four cornered room
Four corners that all this time forever consume
That which is not me in a rounded world

This is just a ramble of thoughts
Nothing in particular just multiple plots
To clear my mind and relinquish me from reality
Because really....does anyone care anymore?

I must be see through today. Very heart felt.
Thank You for sharing.

Very nice..well done

did u write that poem? it's very good

Really nice jump...you've got some good writes goin' on...

I love your statement about imperfections making you "perfect" and about being both human and divine.....beautifully stated.

Thanks everyone for your comments...All of these are originals and written by me. I just come to work and sit and write. I actually wrote this one in 10 mins. I have a nack for it I guess...."Write" on people "write" on (pun intended)

Good piece. I have to say I am perfectly imperfect myself

to be known and understood, "as is",,,,,seems a universal need. I like your write bobby

I really feel that. People are made to be afraid and most of us need to embrace it more.