A Few (Judgements) Adjustments Poem by derrick foster

You people don’t make me
You never could
You don’t dictate
Nor appreciate only complicate
The man before you
The one you think you see
This false perceived
The image you confuse
This self made creation
From an imagining you can’t comprehend
This image transcends anything you conjure
Yet you cannot ignore this
Thus travel to the negative space
In the darkness you peer from a blind perspective
Even in light your view is distorted: impaired
Go on stare. It does no good
When through tinted glass you gaze
Though you try to indentify
All you see is bent, crooked: an altered view
For a clearer view look without judgments
Try harder still look closer. Now you’ve got it
Oh you lost it. You let it slip
You shut the shutter with your disapproval
Move on. Perhaps next time you’ll get it.
You don’t make me. Your view is too limited.
Blind ones never see through
Darkness to see light in me
You gave up on enlightenment.
You just weren’t ready to make me out.