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I saw a child walking alone-
A child with Down’s Syndrome.
She carried a backpack
and a purpose in her stride.
Her hair was neat, as were her clothes.
The lenses on her glasses looked like
the bottoms of soda-pop bottles.
She wasn’t beautiful, I thought,
but who am I to judge?
I wondered if she knew her shortcomings.
I wondered if she was happy.
And as she passed me by,
I hated myself for pitying her,
for at least she had a purpose in her stride.
-James V. Watson, Jr.
6-91
Welcome to my Mind...
The pen IS a sword, and both are mighty. My words are not for the shallow, nor for the light-hearted. If you are easily daunted, read no further. At a younger age only a select few did I deem trustworthy enough to view my works – the very fibers of my existence! As time passed the select few grew until finally I decided the entire world should be privy to what follows…perhaps one day when I have passed from this Earth, my works will be immortalized in textbooks for children to study from! In fact while penning several of my works I actually had exactly that in mind: literature with infinite entendres, stoking discussion and debate among even the most subdued personalities. Some of the works that follow will most likely offend you, some will toughen you, others may fill you with concern. If you take offense, so be it. If you are pleased, it is my pleasure. These words are my own, spread upon the page for no one in particular, written because I simply felt they needed to be said. Often things most obvious go unnoticed unless brought to our attention. If you are touched, I am pleased. If you are concerned, keep it to yourself. I have no need of counsel or advice; writing is the only therapy which maintains my sanity. Were I not to write, I would explode. Projecting my thoughts and emotions onto paper, thus giving it tangible form, relieves my tension. Writing my feelings helps me to identify them better. To me it is very personal. To condemn my work is to condemn me. In the past, no one who might do so would I allow to view my works. I trust you will not. Criticism is welcome. How can anything progress and better itself without critique? Blatant denunciation or slander, however, will not be tolerated. Be constructive or say nothing. All of us, to some extent, are mentally unbalanced. How we choose to deal with such shortcomings determines whether or not we are to be considered ‘insane’. I am unbalanced, I admit that freely. Insane I am not. My thoughts are often warped, demented, vulgar, perverted, and even self-destructive at times. My only actions reflecting such thoughts, however, are the occasional lashing out at an inanimate object, and the violent strokes of my pen.
Read On…
About Me
- Surfgoth
- Santa Barbara, CA
- I'm on the edge, over the top, under the radar, above the norm, outside the box, inside your head, around the corner, behind the times, ahead of the pack, at the helm, in front of the mirror, and through the looking glass...
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