you can not give
me anything
that I do not
already have, myself
this makes your
love, a true gift
…
a gift of life
since there is
nothing,
you can give, me
Tempor-alities
and I watched you
evolve overnight
from my grandest desire
to my greatest temptation
offering me exactly
in your new form
of temptation
than when I first
desired you so
and who will I be
at this moment
when my growth
demands more of me
than temptation
could ever offer
Lived Genius
you have letters,
but I have numbers after my name
I have all the experience
to which your “expertise” claims
you can only express definitions
The Noose of Knowing and Not
some are born knowing
and others,
born needing to be taught
the problem is
the knowers
exploit the learners
whom then learn the same
nowadays,
knowledge is a rope long enough to…
Life Philosophy
life without a methodology
is not life
nor is any life philosophy which comes from idea
the philosophy of life is written in nature
contemplating on which is the door to that which evades us
including myself
this philosophy is also written within us
expressed externally in nature
nature mirrors what’s innermost
but a mind of ideas,
loves its ideas
and an idea is not life
nor philosophy
it is a child spawn of relativity
one who cries incessantly from an unquenchable desire for attention
an absolute parenting conundrum
because the very solution
is in the formula
but the formula is seen as the problem
or just plain unseen
because the cries are too loud
so focus on life is lost
and its message, unheard
A Dad in ’09 and ’12, a Father in ’20, Still Becoming a Man
I was a dad
before I was a man
I’ve been a man
for less years than a father
so I’m growing with my kids
teaching what I never knew
all those years as I grew
more physical than anything else
and whoever I believed I was being
was really an unknown cry for help
and hurt people hurt…
well you can determine that for yourself
discipline shouldn’t conjure belts
that manifest welts
I was but a foster child
having no real identity, nor place
that aided and empathized with how I felt
so moments came and went
their lessons lost and forgotten
on high old dusty shelves
in the many homes I’ve entered
all which I left behind
all which left me behind
hindered injured dismembered
either me, myself, and my peace of mind