These words that flow
Around my mind,
I try to appreciate,
I try to confide
These words with
My dear ones,
But often they are toxic
And burn
At the corner of my eyes.

These words that flow
Into my ears
Slowly fade into
My love and fears
Melding with the foundations that prop me up
These foundations constantly amalgamating
With the words of the surrounding world.

These words that flow
Into my eyes
Slowly pull me... aside
Deeper into
The darkness of my fears
Slowly into
A cold
Cold abyss.

And where your light shines
I'd hope to smile
But my smile is hidden
In the words
Left unspoken
Floating around my mind
Flowing in the cold of my eyes.

The length of the silk fabric.  
does not determine the quality.
It may be long,
or it may be shot.

So when you ask me about
the length of my poems
my answer will be
that I want to enjoy every word,
feel every sentence and
appreciate all of the fabric.

The world is full of pain and inadequacies,
Dripping with many an evil men,
Whose hearts burn with ungratefulness,
Whose desires are only but selfish.

What if, amongst these men,
You came out and stood alone?
Released light amidst darkness,
Radiated your goodness in every corner.

What if you became generous and saved,
Those who are persecuted by the wrath of lack?
Stopped for a while and helped the old woman,
Trying to cross the street while others mock her.

What if you, you never judged anyone?
But showered them with fountains of love,
Made them realize who they are,
And what they can do to change the world.

What if, you appreciated everything around you?
Even if they caused much pain for you to bear,
Is it not what the Good Lord commanded us?
In everything give thanks, always.

If you can honor everything however small they are,
If you can love everyone whoever they are,
If you can learn the art of gratitude in everything,
Then your life would be simple and fulfilling.

© May 2018, Boygene Borice

Even if you give, you’ll rarely get anything in return.
Don’t expect people to appreciate what you do for them.

- Pessimist

like a day
there's darkness
you can't see everything
the stars are so far away
when the light comes
you'll be grateful
because you can see everything
you then find your way
and you know how to appreciate a good thing

today i decided to look at nature
accept the hot and humid temperature
with my jacket, plain as always
i succumb to the calming melodies
apparitions destroying the futile soil
put to countless decoys
climbing up my sorry deceit

flowing gusts of air fill my lungs with
new inspiration
as the trees thistle and leaves crinkle
i sit down and look at the ants being blown off

there was an awkward moment when
i stood and faced my sins in the face
there i was, stood idle, left to rust

the sun makes my uncomfortable
with a comforter beside me
a bag filled with my incentives

my evening glistens