Write Yours Please

At my desk
The glare of white
No desktop, just plain white
Thoughts crowding, falling, pressing
Fear the choice to frame
That should make a reputation - mine

Do I care who appreciates me
Should I fear feelings that respond
Are my words influenced to influence
Maybe I hunger for sustenance, or do I
Yet my failure not my success hurts most

Join me in prayer
May our wishes grow into horses
That we may ride: - only in your dream.

Thoughts of a thinking being

If the answer is yes, find out the question
You'll note the emptiness of the issues
You'll have to relieve your pains with sample tissue
Not because you have the longing for ease
You are certain to fall short of all expectations.

How do you make sense of the senseless
Senselessness that is pervasive
In a crowded void created by serious zeal
Our zeal that has grown out of sincere insincerity
What do I ask to ask no more?

See how age has made him strong
His resilience, his charm
His character, his attraction
So, yes, so what?
He is but a man, a man only.