If I were a little flower, my colorful soft petals I would flaunt,
Purest nectar within my heart would be fit for the baptismal font.
The sweetest of all perfumes I’d always spontaneously exude, It would not be for self -glorification, but for the common good.
If I were a little unpretentious bird, just perching on a tree,
Or hopping from branch to branch with no one there to see,
I’d still have my duties to perform, all for the common good,
From the seeds I’d scatter, baby plants would sprout a shoot.
If I were a little worm, I would do my duties well-known.
For plants I would enrich the soil, and churn it up and down.
If I were a little cloud, I would generously bequeath to all
Pearl-like drops of water, sparkling as they would daintily fall.
If I were a little babe only gurgling, chuckling and cooing,
I’d bring a smile to your lips without your even knowing.
If the darkened world is brightened up by my little ways, Little acts of yours are needed to make it a better place.
What does it mean to succeed
To obtain material things
While neglecting the true dream
Which is most important to me
What does it mean to grow
To gain knowledge for occupational skills
Or creative thinking for an everlasting thrill
Does it take a wise man to know
What will give me self esteem
To create a socially acceptable image for all to see
Or try to get by just being me
Or is it somewhere in between
For self glorification seems short sighted, do you agree
Well, I still envision the true dream
A world where creative knowledge grows on tress
With everlasting wisdom to set mankind free
Claudine knows that her virtue
is too rare and priceless;
envious eyes avoid her...
they fear the wisdom she possesses.
What God gives some chosen individuals
is both grace and humbleness;
we can tell how true they are
when they speak and glow with honesty.
If status, gender, race and color were a dilemma:
would God allow His purpose to fail?
No, all are equal and deserve a chance
at being all they can be and carry on the legacy.
A beauty that remains pure
such as Claudine's must be admired;
she never went to an extent
to add that extra touch of flawlessness.
A person that seeks perfection is
after vanity and self-glorification...
so voracious to grasp all by not
letting that flower of purity bloom inside.
Written on 1/9/2017
BREAK-UP
It wasn’t the usual sort of break-up
They’d both been there before,
An exit through a cold, familiar door –
Cold, because, after all, sex had weathered, worn
And when that was become old, ideal love shorn,
It was come – clime for renewed summertime
Ideal love, for them, had become youthful folly
Because as their lives had progressed,
Unable to find one who passed perfection’s test,
They both, horny, lonely, settled for second best –
The bed of passion, the soul unfulfilled,
The heart of heats dampened, still.
Hopefully, one day they’ll have a revelation
That life’s resolve be not self-glorification,
That life, for all manner creatures is spiritual,
Not limited to the bed chamber, but universal,
Not of mind, but of immortal soul
Life’s actions imbued with purpose, God as goal,
I stopped to smell the roses I got stung by a bee
Weird as it might seem that made me so happy
For the bees they are a dying it seems something is wrong
If those bees keep dying we won’t be here very long
I know I could just blithely continue down this road
Refuse to be responsible, refuse to carry my load
But isn’t that exactly what led us to this place?
Where we are grimly facing the end of the human race
I know I could keep writing about the rising of the seas
The millions confined in poverty and the dying of the trees
Oh the subjects they are endless this truth that we must face
However self glorification causes us to move at slothful pace
I guess it is more pleasant staring at yesterday and fail to see tomorrow
And the price that we will pay…sadness sadness they refuse to listen,
And when told they refuse to listen, they refuse to listen.
So to you I wish to say…I love you and goodbye