an incomplete picture…

an incomplete picture...

we all have self doubts
questioning
our value
in life
and
to others
questions 
we
can never
truly answer
for
our merit
is
in the eyes
of
others
who
rarely
feel a need
to
express
what’s obvious
to them
and
they are certain
we see
what they see

 

 

viewing point…

viewing point

each of
life’s
travellers
pauses
to survey
the path
that
they’ve travelled
some marvel
that
they’ve survived
the climb
through rough terrain
full of hazards
and
hostile actions
but
they quickly turn
and
continue on
others
tarry there
when they look back
numb
and
unable to relinquish
the view
since the journey
has been
so easy
and
full of lovely scenes
and
moments
they wish to relive
so
they stand there
looking back
for the rest
of
their existence
others
linger there
overwhelmed
by
their painful journey
unable to separate
yesterday’s pain
from
tomorrow’s promise
so
they lie down
exhausted
choosing
to die
where they are

predawn meditation #1…

predawn meditation_1

three am
and
i’m
contemplating life
that old
woulda’
shoulda’
coulda’
and
then
my thoughts 
turned to
the world
i live in
right now
what if
there were
no religions
no rationale
for
defending
some man-made doctrine
of
righteousness
and
who is righteous
no
umbrella of excuses
for
murdering
another human being
would we be
any more inhumane
than
we are now

 

 

so many poems…

so many poems

i wonder
if
anyone
stops and stares
at
these billboards
of
my mind
the words
that
i place
upon
the page
i suspect
most
will be forgotten
along
with
my name
that is
of
course
not much
of a surprise
we poets
for centuries
have pasted
our feelings
on
every surface
possible
words
often erased
by
ignorant
self-serving hands
or
those frightened
by the truth
but
we have
had
our say
and
on occasion
are able
to give voice
to those
who dare
not speak
giving voice
to those
unheard
we poets
attempt
to yell above
the vulgar platitudes
of
concern
and
empty promises
promises
for a better day
if only the oppressed
will
give
it
time
time
the one thing
they’re permitted
to have
and
oppressors
want them
to waste it
waiting
for what will
never
come