Why Mock the Maker?

Does a painting mock its artist?
Does a toilet mock the plumber?
Do the clouds mock the sky
and is math mocked by numbers?
Do feet decide to mock
the ground upon which it walks?
Do pencils likewise mock
paper that allows the bearing of all?
Then why must I hear
the mouths that were made
mock the very hand
that causes them to be fed?
The creation needs to silence
themselves before the One
who put them where they are
is, with His mercy, gone.

Inconvenient for You

Don't hate me because I dream.
Don't despise me because I need an outlet.
I'm sorry if my fantasies have become
so inconvenient for you yet.
I'm sorry if I can't do things
the way that might be easier for you to swallow,
but at this point my dreams have no choice
but to escape through me and for me to follow.

I'm not here to intentionally aggravate you
but I can't gingerly live for your own ease.
I don't have a choice with what I've been given
but to run out to share with all so One is appeased.
I can no longer live to not offend
without having a conscience to object.
I will no longer be afraid to live life
in a way that will cause this ship to be wrecked.
I was not put here to hold these things in
because it would make easier the mundane.
I cannot walk the straight line because it's requested
without becoming the definition of insane.

Don't hate me because I dream.
Don't despise me because I need an outlet.
I am here for one reason and one reason only:
to live life the right way and to take this truth and shout it.