a misguided people

there are misguided people in this world
who've lost sight of human compassion,
and absorb themselves in a haven
that only protects the individual.

quick to analyze, criticize and denounce,
they fill their self-created void
with a misdirected annoyance or contempt
that is actually brewed from within.

the fundamental problem with them
is a refusal to love - often themselves.
certain souls must love them out of necessity,
lest we all succumb and become lost.

the precious

he told me before he died,
no days matter but today,
so take it in full stride
and let nothing in your way.

i delve not into prayers
or knowing all the answers,
it's for today i care,
he said before the cancer.

for what else do we possess,
if not the joys of today?
let not the future stress,
and cause fear and dismay.

wake up with a smile, he said,
you've been given the greatest gift,
so go on and plow ahead,
and allow the day to drift.

growing up talk

i told a dear friend
that responsibility
was more important
than plain virility.

it is the man, not the penis,
she trusts;
and for talks, she yearns,
not thrusts.

for when the passion wears,
and you must take action,
you may find you love her,
for more than carnal attraction.

recycle bin

never thought i'd see you like this (again),
but everyone deserves a final goodbye,
maybe this one is ours,
and this time there are no tears.

you can call it "summer cleaning,"
clearing out mental shelves,
deleting pixels and megabytes,
and making space for something new.

dragging the weight on my shoulders
and dropping it in the garbage,
yes - i'm really sure,
i want to move on with my life.