There are intelligences
Of various levels,
Where each presumes
They overpower the other,
In the understanding of the mind
And the IQ owned by each,
And tend to label
Each other a "maniac"
In Literal terms,
Or a victim of any other,
"Bi-polar" or "manic-depressive"
But a name for every sufferer
As everyone tends to know
And read a lot, About
Psychiatry and Psychology
Thinking themselves smart,
They are all ill,
Whether patient or doctor,
One way or the other,
None have absolute power!
Seeing this is a good way to illustrate that authors who write the Scholastic Aptitude Test for high school students in America (SAT test) probably would fail the test themselves, yet they impose it upon others.
There's always bigger fools.
Let the ones who are more insane
judge the ones who are less.
~ May / Sandie ~
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on February 12, 2004
Esra this was so good...I went for counseling after my son
died suddenly...I walked out after the first ten minutes.
The doctor was totally loco.....she tried to sell me a
CD of music that she had written and published on the CD...
and many other things she did that was so out of line..
This is so true....I found myself to be so sane...and able
to cope with my sorrow with my Lords help...great write..
floria
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Very insightful, very true.
blessin's Esra,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Let the ones who are more insane
judge the ones who are less.
~ May / Sandie ~
died suddenly...I walked out after the first ten minutes.
The doctor was totally loco.....she tried to sell me a
CD of music that she had written and published on the CD...
and many other things she did that was so out of line..
This is so true....I found myself to be so sane...and able
to cope with my sorrow with my Lords help...great write..
floria