I’m so
Very tired
Of convincing
People to
Understand this
What you
Choose to
Do to
Others only
Impacts you
Not them
I repeat
You mirror
Others be
You to
Be the
And so
The story
Goes infinite
Category: Creativity
Until
Oh how I wish
I were normal whatever
That means normal in
Thought or destiny but
I’m not never have
Been I see things
So many many things differently
I guess it’s my
Plight my Achilles heel
But know this and
Take notice
How I see the
World and its magnificence
Is not new it
Is sadly forgotten until
Poem
I will indeed
Give you little
Just a few
Words like crayons
Upon which you
Can then draw
NoLongerBull
So what does one
Do with all the
Dreams not yet fulfilled
When does one stop
After having lost my
Love of a lifetime
I decided to charge
Like a raging bull
Into a colosseum chock
Full of unsuspecting matador’s
Flinging them this way
And that only to
Find that I’m no
Less angry and disappointed
And now in another
New town and place
I begin to wonder
Do I put away
My horns and frustration
And simply graze contentedly
On the far forty
Acres enjoying the view
And become just one
More of the many
Put out to pasture
GettingOld
Why does the idea
Of mortality only strike
The old what about
Age makes one think
That it’s running out
Just think about that
What makes young and
Inexperienced charge at life
While when we’re older
We duck for cover
What is it that
The young have and
That we older lost
What causes ones surrender
You’d think that experience
Would make generals of
Us all plotting scheming
But instead we watch
As the young weaponized
Only with sword and
With verve launch themselves
Into an unforgiving army
Of humanity while the
Rest of us older
Ones reminisce of our
Once head long charges
Why don’t we fight
Like our younger comrades
For what we want
