Me: things I like and don’t

I hate my pride,
And the way I’m never satisfied.
I love my drive to work and make,
Even if it’s just for motion’s sake.
I hate my reluctance to make a stand,
Even when the embers of my anger are fanned.
I respect my lack of complaints,
Though it doesn’t put me with the saints.
There are many sides to me,
Some I love, others a don’t want to see.
I have good traits and bad,
Some are happy, some are sad.
I try to maintain self respect,
Though I know I’ll never be perfect.




Loneliness is like a carried weight.
The further you go without a mate,
It drags you down and saps your strength,

Till your muscles shake under relentless strain,
And your heart pounds with unbearable pain.
Still you’ll carry this burden an untold length.

Unknowing when or if there will be relief,
Straining ever to maintain belief,
That by pressing on you will soon arrive.

At the place of your relaxation,
And that you will find beyond contestation,
The one from whom you will derive.

The rest that is so badly needed.
And that sense of a love being seeded,
That will forever your strength revive.


Fake World

All around me I see glitter,
And people who smile and titter.
But I’m not sure what to make,
Of these people so blatantly fake.

I’m sick of this facade.
It’s nothing more than a charade.
I see the sweet life on Instagram,
And know its nothing but a sham.

All I can think when I look at Pinterest,
Is of lonely people trying to gain the interest,
Of others and thus their approval.
They some how think this will result in the removal,

Of the loneliness they feel.
On this same subject I have to ask what is the deal,
Regarding the value they put in a Facebook friend,
Of which they have thousands who are like chaff before the wind?

Not one of these ‘friends’ is really known,
And these people are still alone.
It is merely an illusion,
They create to hide the seclusion,

Which they retreat further into everyday.
This can be seen by the way,
They are too lazy to stand face to face,
With people and have the normal interactions that are the base,

Of genuine friendship and of being sincere.
Instead they let simple fear,
That they will have to face communal rejection,
Poison the way they see their own reflection.

~ IV

What is Worth?

What is Worth,
Here on Earth?
Is it how useful you are?
That is easy to mar.
Is it your beauty?
Or can it be found in duty?
I think it’s a mixture,
And an innate fixture.
It’s in the fact that God made you.
And also too,
That we are each unique.
Some aggressive, others meek.
We each have a purpose and there is a plan,
For each girl, boy, woman and man.
In one aspect it is true,
I can subtract from my value.
But on the other hand, when I do,
I gain other traits to use in lieu,
Of those I lost and now can serve,
Others, so their paths won’t curve,
And move into the area that is oblique.
Instead I can help as they seek,
To avoid the pitfalls that I made,
And be spared the price I paid.
God loves us and so we are,
A great treasure that’s on par,
With all the riches of the World,
If they were laid out and unfurled.