A.D.D. and Subtract

I didn't write this to do math.

I wrote this for someone who is dear to me

And when you solve the equation.

He started a voyage only to disappear at sea

But he hasn't drowned quite yet.

From the start, he oozed with color

At his birth the stars were aligned

For him to never stop painting,

To ignore all of the street signs

But he yielded for the first time.

The more he learned, the more he knew

That he possessed a unique quality:

He was the second most convincing person

To ever utter the words, "come follow me"

But he doesn't ask that anymore.

Most pairs of eyes were unable to see

The simple beauty he found in movement

They assumed he needed time to mature,

That his sanity would follow as consequent.

But he never had a sane day in his life.

The masses then turned against him

Out of frustration, he began to question

If the cruelness in which he was treated with

Was because of his deficit of attention.

This order of the ignorant self-proclaimed professionals, to find a solution to this boy's problem, his diagnosis, his disorder.
Intending to stop the incoming insight into his mind, they prescribed their way to steal from his inconsistent wealth, framed with confessionals.

The unnecessarily large doses would make any man not believe, even if they had seen Jesus walk on water.
The boy now doubted what he could be able to achieve, and knew that no father would want him for their daughter.

Trapped in a system that punished him for spending time thinking of two hundred and twelve ways to use a calculator that does not involve arithmetic
Left with the options of submitting himself to the false direction of those with authority or to delve into a maze of confusion and darkness with no resolve for the sick.

But he was quick to see that he started a new minority,
 standing against the thick headed suit and ties who declared superiority
Forced to take priority in eliminating his existent inferiority of attention
and taking back what he had lost to lies to find capacity to love.

In a world that is structured to take all the seeds and expect to grow them with one flower in mind, this boy, amid troubles with isolation, discovered his focus and challenged those mocking from above.



Time passed, the boy developed into a man
Different from all the other flowers of mention
He created wonders that redefined art
Though not without stress from opposing tension
When asked about the success he found he said
It was because of my deficit of attention.











This is something I wrote for the Speak For Yourself Open Mic last Friday but was unable to attend so here you go. It is meant to be performed more than read but I thought I should post it regardless. So I believe you will find enjoyment in reading it out loud.

- Your Captain, Insolence is Bliss