June Entry From The Unmistakable Poet

So here I am again, in the crossroad of uncertainty

Viewing life as it go forth between yesterday and today

Without a moment of respite, or glimpses of relief in sight

Mere gestures of a latent sigh of contemplation, reserved at best

So what price the value of society when all that I have, they trashed it at whim?

And who am I a fighter so lost and tired, bruised but undying to do with all this?

To now and forever did I serve to remind the sky that I shall always be out here trying to touch it

But who am I to know there are so many of those who would bring me down just to feel good about it?

Oh woe me for not understanding the indignity of humanity and of indignation unworthy of my time for them

But still this me he feels his life to be, a one long joyride from nowhere to nowhere, with pit-stops not present

And what am I to love for the beauty of conformity that they've offered at and preached at me yet again?

Another vile mishaps happening for a reason or perhaps a condescending mental tryst between God and His mindless creation?

Oh well, for all the slamming of the doors from fools too spineless to confront me after all these years

How am I given to laughter yet again for at least I know that there are others much more worthless than me!

And to niggling tomfoolery will this magnanimous nothing of a crown made of soot be to those without courage

For this great big me he cares not for weakling undermining and unwarranted existence of another human being, good riddance for once!

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2013