Where do we stand I often wondered We stand over the earth We stand under the sky The earth has caught hold of us By its gravitational pull Not ready to part with Even our ashes after our deaths Unless we are taken to Moon or Mars by Elon Musk So much so at physical level Now at level immaterial Where do we stand We stand over animals' intelligence We stand under God's intelligence Where you stand Determines your standing So we under stand sky We under stand God We over stand earth We over stand animals This is your standing You can tell this to your father-in-law If he ever asks What's your standing?
We were engineers. We were doctors. We were best brains. We didn't make good money. Father taught dead honesty. Our standing was questioned. Guys write poems, but make good money. Have assets. It's very important.
I'm on fire I'm burning I'm dying I'm bleeding I was careful I was cautious and yet I'm still weeping I'm tripping I'm falling I'm desperate for something to catch me to hold me to help me to fix me I'm gasping I'm breathing I'm drowning I'm fighting I'm six feet under and yet I'm still standing
she stood still only wanting to be noticed wanting only to be acknowledged for that moment only time stood still when he stood still only wanting to find her and give her anything she wants only when they both stood still could they really see he was the one for her she was the one for him all along
I have begun to think about The many times I’ve fallen down And realized I had no crown Because I am no king And I cannot even imagine how I don’t know the path that led to now But I’ve tightened my hands onto the plow And stood up after everything
Most of the time I’ve been around I’ve wanted to find a poetic way out Because living this way is a little too much to bear I’ve been talking to myself as I lie on the ground Wasting my life, losing weight by the pound But I guess it’s fine because I’m still here