I am a Lonely One

We Lonely One's:
Walking the streets
With smiles built from unbending steel
Wading backwards through the endless masses
Watching the blind-eyed Fools
With their wide, gawking mouths,
Catching flies,
Minds pondering at their resemblance to baby birds;
Vulnerable
Hungry
Yearning for the food of thought they cannot get on their own,
Yet turning their heads when it’s offered,
Platter made of silver,
Spoon made of gold,
When we who now entreaty unto their minds
Beg to teach them how,
To teach them why,
To help them as best we so can,
Because they are our brothers,
Our sisters,
Our Parents,
And our children;
Yet still they refuse, and so starve.

I am a Lonely One:
Wishing for acceptance, but finding none
In a world where I am the Angel of Knowledge;
‘Eat of the fruit and you will know sin,’
And for teaching the ignorant, I am damned;
I, alone in this fight until such a time as my brethren find me,
Grown up from the youth and innocence,
I stand at length from the foul, lecherous tongues of the enemy,
Head cocked and lips unceasingly in motion,
Words like barbed wire wrapped tight around their throats,
Riling up those around me into such fitful tizzies,
Angry at what they cannot dream to understand,
Frothing at their bits, fingers clawing for throats,
And others with minds like mine,
But without the disposition of a creature back from war,
Do not yet run from these poisonous things,
So hurriedly I begin whisking away the fallen angels,
Siblings of my heart,
Children of thoughtful,
Minds like spun silk,
Delicate and fragile,
So easily broken by the unknowingly wrathful and the condemned,
Wisk them ways away from those who wish to conform and doom them
Wish to make them blind and deaf
Like those who wander broken corridors
And smile softly at the still face of a lake,
Not at the beauty of the water, but at the beauty of their own face,
Finding comfort not in the folds of another’s consciousness,
But in the hold of a vain creatures grasp.

Who are the Lonely One’s?
Who so ever steps off of the beaten path;
Wanders away from the stepping stones set before us;
Wills their mind into a mold all their own—
They are the Lonely One’s,
In the beginning so gentle,
With whisper soft fingers,
And unending compassion,
Quickly wondering why they have been so abandoned,
Why they are the outcasts,
The Black Sheep,
The Loners
When they are the ones
Who care,
Who love,
Who create,
Who discover,
Who earn the right of a free and unencumbered mind;
They are the Lonely One’s
In rage and angst,
Confused and heartbroken,
Gnashing their teeth
And staring about accusingly, eyes wild;
Tearing out their hair
Shrieking at the silent, unforgiving skies
Getting down on bent knee and praying,
Begging unseen deities for reprieve
An end to the pain of such woeful wisdom,
The ostracized many raising voices in broken harmony:
“Why?”
“Why must we carry this weight,
Why must we save them from themselves?
Why must we suffer in knowledge,
Yet they feel such bliss in their ignorance?”

And yet, only silence in reply because
We are the Lonely One’s
With a burden like the Biblical prophets,
Shunned and abused,
Because we know what they do not,
See what they cannot,
Hear what they are unwilling to hear.
We have taken what we were given by the bigots and the misogynists,
By the conformists and the unwitting sheep,
Taken it and smashed it upon the soil,
Ground it into the mud with our heels;
We have cursed them and forsaken them,
Tossed away their ideals and beliefs;
We have created our own.

The Lonely One’s we will always be,
Because those who step back and examine
That which is not meant to be seen—
Those who step away and shake their heads,
Because they know what has gone wrong—
They are not meant to spread what they know.
They mustn’t alarm the cattle,
We mustn’t awake the sleepers,
And those who dream themselves into a world unflawed;
We must be silenced,
Stepped upon before our words grow fervent,
Before we may preach the word of truth—

And what better way
To kill the gentle souls
Than to harden them?
Make them bitter?
Estrange them?
What better way
To squelch knowledge,
And equality,
And all that is right and just,
Than to demonize those who see the truth?

So, Lonely One’s,
With your eyes that glimmer,
Souls not peeking but shining from within you,
With your soft voices,
Or your boisterous mouths,
With your poetic limericks,
Or your nimble, artistic fingers,
With your aggressive passion,
Or your gentle affection,
Do not let these oppressors abuse you,
Push you down,
Destroy your light;
Together, with arms linked,
With voices raised
And fingers locked,
Lonely One’s,
You must be strong,
Taking strength from the others who despair,
And sharing your own in return;
You must band together,
Stand for each other,
Support the angels,
With minds like spun silk,
Delicate and fragile,
The one’s ready to break;
You must piece together those already broken,
And you must stand,
Because you are the ones who fight,
Fight the ignorance,
Fight the wrongs of the world,
Whether it is your fight or not,
Because, who else?

The cast down Angels of Knowledge,
‘Eat of the fruit, and you will know sin.’

Lonely One’s, tell me,
Who else will teach the children?
Who else will help those led astray?
Who else will do what only you can do?

No one.

And there I will stand with you,
All of you,
The Lonely One’s,
With quivering chins,
Or strong, firm jaws,
With whimpering voices,
Or vicious, shouted declarations,
Holding your hand,
Or you holding mine,
To keep me tall,
Because every one of us is weak,
Every one of us is strong.

And as we do the job only we can do
For a world forever ungrateful,
We must lift our heads and cry to the world,
Without hesitation,
Without shame,
Without hindrance of our God given freedom;
We, together, are The Lonely One’s!