An Immediate Way To Self-Destruct
If I could only store all of the small moments
Of my life in a jar, I would be able to cherish
The tiniest of joys, the tiniest of laughs, and more
Importantly, I could hold segments of my life
In my hand and in a jar, small segments
In my hand and in a jar, small fragments,
Sentiments, remnants, pieces and memories,
If I could remember all of the small things,
My mind would expand to its fullest potential,
The rate of its expansion would be as quick
As the explosion of a ticking time bomb,
Relentless to complete its one and only job,
Which is to destroy, and that is what it would
Certainly do, it would certainly destroy me.
Singular and Plural Forms of an Individual
Does the smartest man in the world
Simply recognize the smallest nuances
That go unnoticed by many, but occur
So clearly and honestly, so clearly that
Most other men overlook these things
And see through a blurred lens which disallows
Remembrance of these things on a daily
Basis, they create their own life around
The things which they are blind to
But those smarter than they create
And see a microscopic world through
Telescope eyes, with a brain that can
Remember all of these things on a daily
Basis, likely enlarged but most importantly
Expanded, worked, tested and true
In the sense that they can not be taught
To others, only inherited or given to by
Those with greater minds than even his?
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