The Confused Note Write

Many people do not know a lot of things that I like to do; (not even close family and friends). I've always loved poetry. This is the first poem of many that I will release periodically:

I'm prioritizing. Many fathers are making marks in the world instead of making bonds in the homes. Many men love a woman until she's suffocating resulting in spiritual death that is abrupt. To challenge is to live life's full potential. The frivolous minded road to success is treacherous. I thank God for dexterous females. My significant other still to be found. Our title is absent. Living in the midst of the unknown yearning to achieve higher levels of euphoric efforts through one another. Silly it seems. I laugh at the face of uncertainty. What is the reason for this consternative humor? Even I know not the answer. The understanding is gone because the love and affection are gone. I'm elated that few can see where I stand on this. Others disregard me in spite. We all have an ego; but does that mean we're egotistic? I beg to differ on the thought, but that is of no importance. I wish to concatenate our past with our gradual development. If you don't know, then you won't grow; you don't reap what you don't sow; and if you follow slow, then I must go. Ani ohev otach... The language of Gods people. We all come from different settings, so whose to say we're all equal?



                                                             - J. Berry