PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

And we know the plight of perfection is a pointless pilgrimage, 

But with this relentless self-awareness

To not pursue it feels like a compromise; a retiring of affection;

Condemning the self by the wayside. 

For so far we've come from what we were,

And toward what we'd hoped we'd be.

But as life presses on, the more we see of our own,

And of all we could still be. 

Before we can relish a goal we've achieved,

Greater hopes come front of eye. 

Serrated symposiums shout berations through greed

Drowning harps that hum trumphs through creed. 

Why must we give our mind to the loudest bidder

Rather than search for the singing of sublimity?

Our merit must be earned

Through the merits we've discerned,

Not taken through the whims of insolence.