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

 

 

graduation…

graduation

so you’ve compromised
decided that they were right
your faults now quite clear
no need to discuss a thing
since you’ve given up all hope
so congratulations
you’ve now joined the rank and file
your fate’s in their hands
you may take your assigned seat
and patiently await death

made well…

made well

hovering
like
a hummingbird
thirsting
for nectar
you press near
to those
you deem
famous
taking endless
selfies
with them
what i wonder
is
what’s missing
in
your life
what do you believe
can be healed
by
touching the hem
of
their existence

 

 

personal assessment…

personal assessment

staring
at
the bottom line
a developing
life
pauses
followed
by
the
usual questions
regarding
purposes
paths taken
and
numerous scenarios
of
what
“ifs”
none
serving
any real purpose
just
a
preprogrammed
academic exercise
like following
a clearly marked path
to
the edge
of
a cliff

disposable dreams…

disposable dreams2

they’ve never been
useful
one would say
they
serve
no
practical purpose
something
to throw away
when
your life becomes
preoccupied
with
particles of existence
or
the dust bunnies
under
your bed
i suspect
they’re
one in the same
neither
requires any level
of
pain
to toss into the bin
or
usher off
to goodwill
so
they’ll either be
scavenged
by
someone else
and
incorporated
into
a recycled vision
of
tomorrow
or
left
to
to gather
cobwebs
in
some
bargain basement
self-help
book
on
how to fulfill
your
dreams