Outcast

Uniqua

my life is a riddle

that I have yet to unravel

an enigma of sorts

here and there, along the gravel

be yourself, they say

everyone else is taken.

but when I am armed with the courage,

when I am bold for my values

when I have strong held my ideals

then they have scoffed.

then they glare at me surreptitiously

there they eagerly dress me with scorn

I can never win I guess

victory was not my calling.

and every day from now til the end

is just another moment stalling.

the world inside my head is a-whirling

with all thoughts and reasonings twirling

I am never to be one of them,

it was written.

always longing for the solace in words

in company, in comfort..

but exiled to loneliness and

outcast in every season, all the same.

a fact of life,

whether out of spite or out of mockery

in a lame lost joke now forgotten..

and the truth is I couldn’t fake it,

not even at my best attempt

for love and kindness is a gift god-sent.

and my smile could never be cruel to those whom it’s lent;

and my words never insincere to those in whom I revel..

so if my warmth is my demise

if they fulfill my darkest fear

and well; this is just my surmise-

may I forever be from their company exempt.

The Tree

Such a sight to the eyes

grand majestic tree, standing tall

it would shock and stun them all

to see you one day fall

for you are strong, no? you are bold

you are set in your width,

you are stone, you are cold..

your branches reach the sky

in elegantly poised fingers

your aroma of self fulfillment

enriches the air, and there it lingers

but little do they know,

and never could they see

that the vacuum in your heart

makes you as hollow as can be

yes, with mold and fungi crawling,

you are but a rotting tree.

standing so erect, leaves shining bright

is all but a façade; a trick of simple light

what else can I compare you to?

a lost-soul magician?

with cheap tricks and quick hands

entirely masks his poor condition.

I pity you, tree..

for you are never fully content

pull a rabbit out of a hat,

(yes you are god’s gift heaven-sent)

but you can’t pull your heart out of the hole

you will never find the light,

like a ground-condemned mole..

You have enchanted your lot of mindless folk,

mouths agape, will surrendered

you have them secured in your power;

yet you retract your shade and smite

to those who don’t in your light and presence cower

You may have fooled them true;

if only for a season.

But rotting tree; I tell you this,

all happens for a reason.

your time is ebbing sure, like

dunes in a desert storm..

trapped in a world where fall gives way to winter

and the winds will whip your soul,

crashing down your poised branches

and when winter settles in,

your peace will be its toll

GT