Jut meandering through...

my mind, and it came out as the following poem, if you are one that often feels misunderstood, prehaps this will let you know you are not alone!!

Amazing Powers of Observation

Do you notice the subtle but common things all around you?

Do you hear the voices from the dark matter about?

Or feel the vibrations that linger and shout,

How about the entities and spirits reaching out too

Or do you feel that is a falsehood and something untrue?

What about what NASA has just discovered, the sounds in space,

Do you think they just started out of no place?

Or do you realize that the sounds are all about you here on this plane too

Oh I forgot you are sane, aren't you??

Do you know the feeling of seeing and hearing these things?

On a daily basis I simply remain and sustain,

Attempting to stay sane,

To know that the oddities that I see, hear & literally feel,

 they're going to stay, for YES they ARE real,

They are not a figment of my imagination no way,

For far to vividly they are displayed.

But others would see that as simply not normal or unusual.

Or consider it something that only a bipolar or someone delusional

Could experience or see because they are "crazy",

But instead perhaps it is they that are hazy,

And unaware of the details about them, oh alas...

The smells and the motions that linger and pass.

For yes I have olfactory perception too that far surpasses what others notice,

That should be no surprise since professionals told us,

That bipolars are a little more perceptive,

Yet society is rather rejective.

And the motions, oh they are not just motions you see,

They are people, and places, and landscapes here and to be.

They shouldn't ignore these things you see,

For they have a purpose that lasts for all eternity.

They penetrate the mind and embed in the soul;

With the encouragement that there's far more out there to know

Yet dealing with bipolar rapid, mixed mood cycling and other illnesses to boot,

Leaves one thinking that perhaps others aren't just rude and crude,

But that they don't get it, and never will, I believe:

For it is not something they WANT to perceive.
And yet as a bipolar I seem to somehow accept and ignore,

The discrimination for it matters no more,

For these things stand out and are quite evident to me,

That most of "bipolars" wear emotions on their sleeve.

The majority of the masses go about seeking their goods and material things

And forget about the smallness of their being,

They don't want to realize or entertain the thought; that they are not the core of existence Instead of accepting an alternative state of being they snidely point fingers persistent,

On faulting those that might see the "details" so divine

So disturbing at times and others peaceful and sublime.

And they go about; (yes, these "normals" will parade with heads held high

All seeming cut of the same cloth and with exasperated sighs),

Will proceed considering "us" out of line;