Riposte...
Volleyball
I am not a volleyball despite what some may think. I am an honest man, I work hard and I stink. I am not some pseudo-man acting one way while hiding another, pretending to be me. I could just as well be my brother. I am not invisible, I am not bandaged and hidden. I am the one so few encounter, I am what is obvious and given. But in a world of players in this world where truth matters little I am still not a cats toy, I will not be covered in spittle. So play your games, hoist your net, but don't be surprised or saddened at what you'll never get. Some men are real, some men are fake, I am not a man who wishes to be on your plate. Some women are fish, some men are fishers but I've never ever been one to cast a line to so-called well wishers. I am He, who plants corn and spinach and broccoli, I am He who waters those in need, I am not a porn star or a man who values deceit. I am a man, an honest one best I
the problem of the world
is that not everything is on sale, nor
is everything to be had.
The milk is never free,
even after you’ve bought a cow
there is always more milking,
more caring, more feeding,
and the land has even greater needs.
Free at last, but not free to last?
Is that what anyone wants?
What pertains to others, does not pertain
to me. Free from the very first.
No news is good news, but bad news
travels faster. So many will not
notice because it isn’t nice,
transform oneself into a cube of ice.
The state of a union is unity,
the state of covetting is want
The state of happiness is clear
the state of doing what is right.
And right is what is left
when the false dreams
and expectations fall away
“scales from eyes”,
as the elders used to say.
Passersby, a glimpse is gotten
but such privilege is not
a right. Associations path
is accident that happens,
and “Where have I been all my life?”
is the most important question.