Is it vain
To strive for beauty?
Is it wrong to long for perfection?
Like it or not it's something we all do
Rather by your own standards or societies
We all in some form or another
Strive for perfection
Long for beauty
A curse to all people
For what is beauty?
What is perfection?
Long blonde hair, skinny waist
Good manners, emotionally happy
Brains, *****, ****
Skin, soft, kind
Everybody strives
Everybody kings
We must for the impossible to achieve
Pointless even
Cause once we succeed
Then who is good enough for you?
Is it vain
To strive for beauty?
Is it wrong
To long for perfection?
No
There is nothing wrong in trying just don't expect I succeed

light travels in straight lines

but truth often gets inverted

when worded through the pin-

holed window of closed minds

and blinds us with distracting

theories refracting on white walls

in a world of royals and riyals

and unnamed dark chambers.

Crawl beneath my shadow,
and I'll crawl under yours;
two lost souls with wings
that once flew too high, too close.
Our feathers burnt to ashes,
our bodies hit the ground,
now we're cursed and banished,
now each other's all we have.

in all the photos
he was a young man -
my father

handsome and smiling
a useful smile

i tried to find one from later
when he was a bystander
on my street -

older, unsmiling, obsolete
- there were none

i wish i had known
how he felt

now that i do.

r ~ 11/25/14

I plunged into the abyss,
knowing full well I could never see
my dear, dear sky ever again.
But sometime during the fall,
I saw light;
and it was coming from me.
Perhaps,
that's how stars are born.

We take a shortcut
through the narrow walkways
of the old village

across the cobblestones
and by the white-washed tabby wall

to the waterside where slave ships
once plied their trade

My dog lingers nose down
as if each stone has a story to tell

and ***** an ear to the wall
where the auctions were held

She looks at people differently now.

when my son was younger
he asked -

how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain

now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -

how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain


some things don't change.

The curvature of my fleeting thoughts
Have reached an unexpected capacity
To further torture my already tortured soul.
The distance between time and space is
A vague line unconcerned with
The confusing corrosion laying it's
Framework down in my mind.
The agonizing moments when one
Drifts away into a hollow truth of
Knowing that you will never be able to escape.

                                                      ...sm (11.23.14)