Wow! That's An 'Ouch

It has been said,
I do not fully understand...
The scope of my creations.

As if there is an approval of sorts,
Suspended by suspicion.
And checkmated in debate.

And it is unbelieved,
That the architect...
Apparently me,
Is conscious enough to recognize
His own designs.
Which indeed are mine.

Thus far...
I am feeling fine and conscious.

So I discover myself,
In the midst of incredible awe at times.
Trying to conceive others perceive me,
To lack an understanding of my own work.
Or,
What I've been doing for most of my life.
Has been accomplished without my consciousness.

Wow!
That's an 'ouch'.
I am THAT detached from what I'm about! ?

'Hmmm...should I be offended? '

Now that would easily make a good name,
For a game show!

'Should I get offended? ... For one thousand dollars,
Alex! '

These are the same folks,
Who had proclaimed me dysfunctionally freaked out.
With a flair to be eccentric and ghetto estranged.
You know,
One of those lofty types?
Blazing with ambition and drive.
And considered rich with intelligence.
Yet weak in depth.
Although strong in delusional imagination.
But making few forward moving impressive steps.

Well...
I can not say I am not having fun!
Doing what I do,
With such an evaluation that is done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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