A tribute

A tribute to the unknown hero, the unsung song, the winner who was never victorious, the stranger who finds comfort in the arms of the law, the jew is not covetous (stereotype not intended) the man who has no courage. The woman who bears none, the lady who’s looks count for nothing, the poet whose tongue was burnt b (stereotype not intended) the man who has no courage. The woman who bears none, the lady who’s looks count for nothing, the poet whose tongue was burnt by his own doing, the president without a family, the verse without a chorus.

No don’t mistaken this for poetry, I don’t write in verses. I don’t dream in colour and I don’t see the world as a petal alive with possibilities. I am not an optimist, not an entertainer, not a jester though I do play my parts when need be. I am not trying to confuse you or to make you understand, frankly I could care less. I don’t know why I am writing I guess it’s the pleasure I find. I cannot keep my fingers away from the keyboard. What would happen if nature decided to punish me for my mistakes, if she decided to cut the fingers which run on these keys. I guess I would feel like a 16 year old boy without the use of his right hand watching a movie he shouldn’t be watching. What we all do to satisfy ourselves, it is humanity, you cannot be judged for it. You cannot be ashamed of it.

I believe it makes you who you are, it creates that unique identity of yours however strange it may seem to you. Sometimes we fail to see the good within us, something inside us disallows us the pleasure of looking within without being self-critical. I for one suffer this disease. I have no control of it,when it takes over it never goes away and now it has killed everything, all that I once found dear. So here I am empty and irresolute