Deficient
The way of people is to forget
to reject tomatoes with a spot
to scan away all deficiencies
they move quickly
to throw everything out
that does not seem perfect to them
The way of people is to forget
to see past the color of one’s skin
to see what is underneath
they move quickly
to throw out names and say things
that don’t need to be said, heard, or felt
The way of people is to forget
to remember everyone has flaws and is not perfect
to NOT judge, like the good book says
they move quickly
to pass judgments on others and not see
that all people are deficient in someway
The way of the people is to forget
we are all here together just trying to survive
we are all unique
we are all perfect in our own way
we move far too quickly through life
that we forget to live united
Useless Nonsense
I have often asked myself
I see the fork in the road
and honestly feel I took the wrong road
I have been put in a crucible place
Having a fracas with myself about a step I never stepped
I have confounding thoughts of hope and everlasting love
I hear the phrase
“La vita e bella (life is beautiful)”
but I am afraid it is nothing more than
a honeyfuggle “they” want me to believe
I see the moon and I believe it
has to be more than paranormal
I exhaust myself at
all the thoughts
that prevent me from sleep
It is like an eternal fire I have in me
The passion of a warrior
never to sleep
I breathe deep, in hopes it will
breathe me to life
or at least back to life
sometime my life seems –
surreal
or as if I was denied the grace
to succeed most days
Jesus, grant me the sophistication
and grace to believe
that things aren’t always what they seem
As the weather gets colder I see
flaming marshmallows, bon fires, and togetherness
I feel awkward,
socially awkward
I just don’t fit in with people
The sea
is in my mind,
The ocean,
and other things I may never see or do
I have dreams too big for this small town,
feelings of being trapped
and stuck
here in this small town prison
forevermore
I have daydreams of a life
not well wasted
a life worthy of my
heart and soul’s feelings
I hear an
acorn woodpecker
gathering acorns
and
peck, peck, pecking
outside my bedroom window
in the tree
peck, peck, pecking
Is it any wonder I cannot sleep
with all this
useless, nonsense on my mind
24/7 365
Enemy Within
Perfection is our own worst enemy
We strive for perfection
We need the perfect everything
The perfect life
The perfect clothes
The perfect body
The perfect spouse
The perfect image
Perfection is our own worst enemy
Perfection leaves no room for imperfection
Perfection there is no such thing
I know I am not the only one
I know we are all different
I know we are all unique
Perfection, what is perfection?
Perfection is all humankind’s enemy
Perfection creates nothing
The perfect life
is the life you create for yourself
The perfect clothes
are what make you feel comfortable in your own skin
The perfect spouse
is the person that is your equal no matter if they may be the same sex as you
The perfect image
is the image you see in the mirror, you are your own perfect image
Perfection is our own worst enemy
Perfection only has power if you give it power over you
Perfection we don’t need it, we are our own kind of perfect