Love or..

poem

Love!

 

What we all seek

Some find it and realize it

Others had it 

But didn't cherish it!

Me?

I try to share it

With The one 

I hope will reciprocate it.

 

I live in hope

But hope alone will not sustain me

Does hope sustain you?

Or are we just forgetful

 

Have we forgotten?

Have we?

Do we punish each others emotions?

Just cause we're flesh and bone

And succumb to temptation?

To be influenced

By perfection

When we all know

There’s no such thing

 

We are as perfect as God could envisage

But God isn't here to walk us through the 

Mire. 

Do we have to be wired

With bull-crap?

Why cant we 

Appreciate 

The beautiful shared experiences

Like we used to

Like we used to

Like we do 

Anyway?

 

Why?

Because I'm an alcy

That’s why!

I'm a useless

Alky

Holic

I'd be better off dead

Rather than thread on the 

Toes of the perfect,

All those perfectly formed 

Characters that appear

On the cover of the Jehovah Witness magazine

 

Those who believe

They, they, they,

Are the greatest achievers

Done the most 

With the limited resources they were given

From a cruel and sniggering God

 

Those who can find a smile

And encourage it, even

From a paraplegic child.

 

Who am I?

What have I achieved?

Who have I made laugh, cry, and smile?

???

What have I created?

Is it appreciated?

Have I really tried to be a nice Guy?

 

I thought I wasn't that bad

But then again

Others

Will poke at my cracks

 

When they could be massaging the

Minuscule, (though gigantic to me),

Efforts

I enjoyed sharing

 

Not enough

I hear you say

Not enough

 

What’s enough?

What’s enough?

 

What’s perfection?

Is it in some other person?

 

Am I a fool to think we were perfection?

 

We are perfection because we are not ignorant.

Or so I thought!