triumph
sometimes I wonder
how life can be so good
when you鈥檙e single and alone
with nobody to hold your hand
while you walk down empty hallways
thinking you have no meaning
or no sense of purpose at all.
while most of the men and women out there
are busy spreading their legs and pounding flesh
you sit at home and wonder why it鈥檚 not you
who seems so satisfied with being in love
but we鈥檙e all afraid of something
so you鈥檙e best to fear nothing at all
because the only love in life that you need
is piece of mind in being who you are.
which is not to say that you鈥檙e above them
because nothing is wrong with finding love
but one must not let longing control them
lest they wind up tired and remorseful
rather it is better to understand
that not everybody can be complete
you must accept your lonely misfortune
and enjoy your (disappointing) triumph.
Is this poem for the people?free spyware remover
I'm sure it is for the people since you probably didn't intend to just read it to your dog.It is avant garde stuff. That's a high compliment, coming from me. Most people will not care for the honesty in it. I respect how deep you had to reach for it. I do think you should change "piece of mind" to "peace of mind." Just a typo. No biggie.
Is this poem for the people?ktm
Seems like three pretty straightforward (and really long) sentences to me. Aside from the formatting, what makes this a poem and not a piece of prose?
As long as they are not 'very little people'...yes.
But remember these Absolutes:
Love is NOT equal to Pounding Flesh
Triumph is NOT disappointing in the end
and
Lonliness is NOT misfortune if we learn to look Above beyond the imperial 'us' (outside ourselves)
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