Who are you to tell me “no”, br And who are you to speak for those br Whose minds are resisting your control? br Knowledgeable criticism comes from open minds br and creativity. br It’s not constructive when played by conformity. br Rearranging the picture to what you want to see, br or how you want it to go. br I, unlike you, don’t write for show. br I write the truth, br of how I perceive it to be. br My roaring thunder creates the storm. br I am heard loud and clear in my chaotic form. br Expression does not hold expectation, br that is the missed punctuation – br or maybe it’s just us, br who don’t understand the brake-ridden bus br that continues dangerously br between the black and white lines. br Or maybe it’s just me, br who has the ability br to provoke true emotion br by writing with holes of creativity br leaving it open for interpretation and imagination. br Maybe it’s them. br Them who have experienced the array of colors br of life’s emotional spectrum; br those who don’t beat to the sound of your drum. br I saw you standing at the sea. br Pleased by your thoughts, concrete, you let it be. br “It is a sea, with a shore, br on the coast of Singapore, br where I breathed lifeless detail. br O Ye. T’was 1854” br Well, while you were there, drowning in your simplicity, br I, sir, was diving into the sea, br letting my abstract emotions get the best of me, br introducing the heart to feel beyond what your eye can see.