I became
something unique,
birthed just like you,
against all odds and
all wars that raged
against possibility,
I became me
in a world of meez,
endeavoring to be apprehended
in spite of all that worked against me…
.
I began in convergence
just like you. A divine revelation,
(perhaps) or a sperm lucky enough
to find the egg. The passions of
MALE and FEMALE merging,
a momentary lapse of
morals (possibly)
finding a kind of fruition,
without scrupulous filtering,
or evolutionary impediment,
or something more cryptic
to equivocate things
even more….
.
Ever grappling to realize
a consummate expression,
another ego
espousing humility, a
tongue and groove idealist
treed in a system renouncing
man’s despairing struggle to be
more than just a hollow sound in a
world of meez and yuze all maneuvering
to lord it over everyone around them…
.
Honestly…. ask yourself,
is being germane,
or respected,
or a topic of debate,
or an example to be fashioned after,
carry a greater advantage when
your last year draws near…
Then ask yourself too:
Can I love you more than I love me?
Can I love me the way that you love you, or
is it that we both tolerate only a 2nd rate caricature
of someone we thought we were supposed to be,
and then judge what we do in light of them…
.
Remember….
that in spite of all
that worked against YOU,
you became something unique too,
birthed just like me
against all odds and wars
that raged against possibility,
YOU became YOU
In a world of
meez and yuze
endeavoring to be loved
respected and apprehended
in spite of all that worked against you…
.
Sure. Love yourself. But love others more.
.
So on and on and on it goes,
in this world of friends and foes,
notwithstanding how the river flows,
or how some assholes stab the soul, I
accept this one fact stubbornly, that
until my leaf falls from the tree, I
will always continue being me…
.
© richard lloyd cederberg
7/2023
A NEW RACE OF HuMANS...
Ahhh!!!! What's a writer going to do if he/she can't speak honestly? I don't need another's approval for my words, otherwise, I would not have been a writer. A writer always has a voice to share.
Sandie
We are being purified as silver and breaking our thorny ground..
It is a beautiful time for faith, introspection and good upon the earth... His mantle will be given to us of guidance, generosity and forever love . For this we will see fresh fire and winds...We need profound die hard courage like never before at this tricks of the enemy... God bless you and Michelle.. ~ D
meez and yuze
endeavoring to be loved
respected and apprehended
in spite of all that worked against you…
.
Sure. Love yourself. But love others more." Sadly, many never reach the "love other more" as they've not qualified themselves with love. Many believe and know you can't love another, or be love if one has not learned to love themselves... first. As you confidently state,"...that
until my leaf falls from the tree, I
will always continue being me." Therein resides the moral of this astute piece of poetry: most people know not of themselves, only what other people deem is the you of you. You are a fortunate being to have arrived at this place of wise understanding of what makes up the justification for taking your share of oxygen. Namaste, dear friend.
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