I lived my days apart
And I cared for those that lived apart
For I knew the dreaming of solitude
The songs of God, which quickly
Were delivered by laughing angels
I knew how delusions could crowd
the glory of the heart
We all needed friends
To keep us whole, grounded, unified
Covered with the tyranny of strife
We met those days, with
Illness flashing in our brain
Neurotransmitters outnumbered hours
I lived my days apart
A mystic soldier of my private art
I knew the fury that smites the air
Of music that runs igniting clay
Neuron to spirit, grief in my brain
I wanted to hold the world in my arms.
Photography Credits: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/The-power-of-imagination-376439633
Wuji Seshat 
I loved this.
Thanks it had cadence, which is very rare for me. Thanks for stopping by Chris.
May I reblog this?
Me too. I wanted to hold the wold in my arms, too. You are getting Bette at this by the day, hour. I’m proud of you.
I understand what you mean to say. I hope your soul is well, now.
I loved this; your word choices were brilliant.
I’m glad you found it inspiring…I’m not a rational poet.