Intellect plus Common Sense
Make up two of the walls
I use to uphold my arguments.
With a bookshelf approach
To the problems up to our throat;
The only way to sustain is to build our own home.
With the corner of Common Sense and Intellect;
I would like to call it my main offense
Against those Shields of Ignorance.
With Passion connected to Common Sense
And the ability to make intense
The instances of my argument.
Connected to Passion and Intellect
Is my Morality that interesects with what's good,
And sometimes the neglect of
Which helps me to rise above.
With the wood from the Tree of Knowledge
As my foundation of brolic prophetics,
Never will a prosthetic statistic
Ever touch the floor of my existence.
With a hardwood foundation and motley colored walls,
The precept of a counter is bound to fall.
My bookshelf rests it's base
On the face not facade of the wall of Intellect overlooking the wall of Morality
Giving a reflection of confidence when I rest my case.
My bookshelf has DVD's of documentaries
And the books I have had to sit to read.
Made from saturated leaves from the Tree of Knowledge
They all come together like birds of a feather
To fledge as I begin to take flight.
My book holder is a show stopper
As it is a wrap in appeal.
But with the books on my mental shelf,
I appeal to the way you feel.
No path goes with my pathos so
Nobody knows how to counter.
So when the cowards shower me
With monotony questioning,
My beckoning is diminishing dramatically.
So I defer to them as I refer to them
My four walls, bookshelf, and arguements
In which I keep in pickled jars.
So they don't ask for repetitive tasks
Or take the argument too far.
