A Beautiful Mind 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

A beautiful mind is a thing not to waste
Going through this world in haste
Chasing shallow things you dare
Finding only cupboards bare
A beautiful boy into this world you came
Family split up, your heart took the blame
Made mistakes wound up in jail
Searching for the holy grail
Ended up out on bail
Made your mother begin to wail
Made a mistake ended up in love
Felt sorry for this beautiful dove
She was so lonely in this world
Far away from her home was this brown eyed girl
She had your child and made you a man
Without a clue and nary a plan
It was the responsible thing to do
Mary a girl when your heart wasn't true
Be her hero and not a zero
Give away your life
Live in strife
With your new found wife
The years passed by had two more kids
Hacking computer and watching vids
Time passes by for this beautiful boy
Fate fucked him out of his ultimate joy
Played around with his heart like it was a toy
He's living now a miserable life
Wedded to the incorrect wife
He's lost and falling
There's nobody calling
His heart is bawling
He longs for an answer from above
God release him from this untrue love
Find her a happy place to be
Make her content and give her glee
Let him hold his head up high
With no regrets piling up to the sky
To know that he hasn't hurt a soul
One of God's kids from within his fold
Give him pretty baby's hand
To walk accross this great big land
To sample sacred treasures bare
To take our pleasures without a care
This beautiful boy with all his love
Who used to coo like a dove
When he was a lad in his crib
Sitting in his high chair with a dirty bib
Don't let this beautiful mind go to waste
Let him dawn his wings and fly in haste
To that place up above where his nana lives
And Mother Theresa and people that give
A place near your side my beautiful Lord
He needs rest from figting the relentless horde
The superficial people who fight for scraps
Where the women wear lace and leather chaps
Men placing dollars into their waste
For the promise of a little taste
Pounding their drinks and going home bare
To beat on their wife's with hardly a care
This is not where your boy wants to be
He'd rather be reading poetry to C-A-B
The girl with a hat so blue and hip
Black paint on her eyes, lashes, and lips
With a beautiful smile and a soul like a dove
Made in a mold from up above
Placed in this world to lighten his load
To kiss this pathetic little toad
To bring him back to the shining light
To make him happy and feeling out of sight