Destination, Man

Frustrating reality, a one's life setbacks  
trying blindly, naively, to be of worth? why not ,  
if one knows pretty right how much gold his weight is worth  
   
While filling one's very container more than it can hold  
will surely burst its sides and nothing will be stored..  
   
Thoughts ripened thru' long life's experiences  
thru' thick and thin, scars borne, hearts torn, being in relationships with faces  
as varied as snakes and scorpions species, as varied as the feelings given  
to the same face, versatile like chameleons changing with every situation    
given..its our falt without much more filtering our mistakes.  
   
Desolation felt in the inner self, like being forsaken,  
like being loathed and rejected from the closest ones,  
but, then, have you ever tried once to be in their place,  
in their skin, in their situation, in their milieu of living,??  
   
Have you tried to look at your self from their own eyes   ...???  
I BET, you never tried, and you never thought to consider their  
actions in whole, regardless of their creed; way of life, faith, feelings,  
and social situation, and more and more factors that enter,  
willy nilly in your mindset judgment........................  
   
Some poets speak from their ivory towers, too much lofty to see  
what's going down on asphalt streets, much more those who live  
on the sidewalks of life included....  
   
They think, that other people are only words, acting under  
theIr pen's control, as if they obey blindly to their inked hallucinations,  
   
'' if the words were human beings, you would hear them cry out loud ''    
because you load them with burdensome meanings, irresponsible task,    
unbearable loads, uncontrolled feelings, and give them even your own false pretenses.......  
   
Humanity is and will always be my subject leitmotiv,as poetry is the dove  
that carries my message, without destinations aimed, my only destination is MAN.  
   
   
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