Sunday, January 12, 2014


to the blessed...

who waltzed through doors

others opened for them

who were fated for lives of influence and power

and did their worst but still claimed a prize

who never let any Reality into their bubbles

and succeeded because their own Reality was blessed...

you ache because you know the hard way

that even a Name will fade with time

and your works join a Public Domain of works and ideas

that have passed through other minds

with varying degrees of accomplishment and value

and your quest to be immortal will last as long

as a mind remembers it was you who rendered the work

oh at that realization you'll either fold up and die

in the memories of your time of strength and pride

or you'll hike up your socks and get moving

as well as age and the damages of living have wrought on you

will let you who in your vanity wanted to rise above

the common mentalities formed your own commonality

as easy to classify as one butterfly from another

pinned to the corkboard of your fame....

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