It took me a while to understand what you wrote. I banged my head against the keys. The words didn't correlate so I questioned their meaning. I decided no meaning made sense. I went to bed. I went there angry. How dare you write something so off putting? I slept angry. I couldn't settle. You made me that way, confused, upset. I woke up screaming. I got it. What you wrote woke me up, gave life to my tears. Cool Heads Let us remain cool after warmed With stress and pain Our heads cool enough to nearly freeze Not with numbness We've had enough of that Instead with bliss The opposite of overheating, we cool troubles away A cool head prevails without danger of freezing It's cold outside, it doesn't affect us We are warmed in tranquility. Evils of the World For spouted lies and tales told Chaos, destruction, death Father Time will punish And Mother Nature will morn For only so long The evils of the world are often people The good can only suffer. The law of the land History: a teacher Am Not Muse Muse I am not So do not trace me Muse I am not So do not draw me Muse I am not So do not paint me Muse I am not So do not sculpt me Muse I am not So do not snap me Muse I am not So do not touch me Muse I am not So do not love me No, I never said that. Application of Learning After School I should have applied myself better I use to like school But the years went by And interest dwindled School came with more than learning They were distractions No excuse I allowed myself distraction Who could blame a young mind? Those things were not told beforehand Perhaps they were And I chose not to listen? You find out a lot through living. It seems when school ended My will to learn came back And it's fun again When you're able to learn On your own accord Teaching the Self Fooled by rules in school With years in the proverbial pool A kind of ignorance Reality blew A tool only To gather information Plenty unused after school Learned a bit more After swimming on the hypothetical edge Feet on the pavement Gathering data My wants I say My wants, my way Bio: Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a Best of the Net nominated writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Brave Voices, Sage Cigarettes and Hell Hued Zine (among other publications). Twitter.com/storiesyoumight Sensurlon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09XDHZXHB 3 poems from Rickey Rivers Jr. : “Confidence, Anxiety, Self Doubt” “Who I am Now?” “Case of Emergency” 3 poems by Rickey Rivers Jr. “Sour Cup of Us” “Living in the Past” “The Thing about Us” Poems from Fevers of the Mind Anthologies by Rickey Rivers Jr.