is compassion for others
often learned through
one's own pain?
as an autodidact
i often questioned love
and its existence
always searching for answers
or something more
yet always containing myself
in solitary confinement
at the park
no one ever found me there
when laughter is subdued
behind a wall of pain
and emotions sneak out
through the corners of eyes
memories always take me back
no one will find me there
from the edge of the dock
the trees on creek's reflection
form a tunnel upstream
and lure me in
pink splashes of dusk
mark the spot
where a child once stood
and i feel her innocence
somehow i find myself there...
Categories:
autodidact, emotions, pain, solitude,
Form: Free verse
What are Concepts? Maybe, how I view the World?
What does it entail for me to grasp it?
Firstly, if I am able and smart enough - Book Knowledge:
By learning some Philosophy, a little bit of History
And not confusing it with Histrionics of everyday Politics;
Then Finances, smidge of Sociology wouldn’t hurt at all;
And also adding all Self-Education I could master
On additional subjects that of interest to me
Be that Economy or Geo-Politics.
Secondly – by mixing it up in social gatherings,
By having lots of fun with all sorts of people,
Experiencing Utter Ugliness or, sometimes, Internal Beauty
Of Earth inhabitants in all its throng;
Thus, adding some Street Smarts to my pitiful Knowledge.
By mixing it, hopefully, in right proportion
And constantly drilling myself with five W’s, only one H;
(Who, What, Where, When, Why and How)
Thus, forming my own subjective Dialectics
(Lousy Autodidact I am)
I finally end up with my own Concepts.
Categories:
autodidact, world,
Form: Concrete
Autodidact
The small forest or the woods by the white road made of
crushed sea-shells was a place of enchantment squirrels
had no fear of solitary dreamers stumbling over oak roots.
I used to walk here when cows were milked, fed and
the mucking out was done and fresh straw strewn in their
stalls and the barn had chewing contented animals.
I could do so many things in the forest be an Indian or take
out of my pocket pornographic pictures the farmhand in
the village gave me and masturbate.
I was especially drawn to pictures of cunnilingus the women
seem to enjoy this form of sex more, and I was horrified when
told it was not a manly act, yet the pleasured faces stayed on
my mind. Years later I drove the forest was a private estate high
walls and posh villas and no squirrels, I laughed out loud they
will never know my secrets here where I dedicated trained for
a hearty sex life to come.
Categories:
autodidact, appreciation, cheer up, humorous,
Form: Blank verse