COMMON SENSE

Sweet.
Tart.
Vibrant.
It’s the state of my mind in the state of my world

I can’t keep at peace because somewhere
where some void in logic was beneath us
Common made Sense
And Sense made hast
and left.
Out and over there.
East and West
Leaving me in the middle where all eyes are suppose to see. (mind)

God use to talk to me
As clear as a Sunday sermon
But in Sense’s hast
Sunday sermons became Monday through Friday
Village voices
Trains, planes and automobile sounds
Information overload (hearing)
That became the organized noise of political ignorance
Static that kicked me down to the ground
Feeding upon sugar frosted spoonfuls of dirt and grim
Filling me into a diabetic delirium
So high
The pressure behind my eyes push folds that cover my eyes
That Common helped to secure. (sight)

But since Common defied Sense
Taking half my soul
Half my life
On knees with hands stretched out
blind.
Folded over,
that dark moving mist
touched the Earth softly like hot ice in summer.
Harden Black skin evolved to embrace the light
Until it felt warmth no more. (touch)

But this was no special effect

Hands begin to cover my wide and big nose,
Erasing another sense
Preventing me from smelling acid rain drenched shrubs and Bush
Tied down by blond headed girls calling my restraints their little Chainy
Held cold by that Nine Eleven winds that blew North uptown.
Three made two down to one. (smell)
The exact numbers of strikes without the proper tools to play hardball.
Sense.

In my blindness my mind’s eye work
And I know GOD, I am surrounded by Angels of servitude.
Angel’s without Will or Want
Because that was what they were created to do,
all they can ever do.
And with out Sense
Like GOD I can use them to answer, serve and deliver
Abuse and amuse those whom know they have no power
Those whom have no knowledge to control Angels.

And like that dark mist that moved
like the Nine Eleven winds
a modern tablet of commandments wrote across my mind
Hard and complete.

“Control what people think and control what people do.”

The beginning of a new Doctrine
ending with stone words

And Angels whispered to me,
“Age and Treachery will always out do Youth and Skill”.
Unto Man
Create minions
ending with stone words

and 1 stayed 1
deaf dumb and blind.
For living thus my crime.
Thus the state of my mind in the state of my world
I have become.

But I can still taste the
Sweet.
Tart.
Vibrant.
A balance.
A thought.
The life experience of Common plus Sense
And my Faith.

Common Sense by Shazza Nakim
Copyright © by Peace of Mind Publishings and with permission by Shazza Nakim