Composed 11/16/17

the curbing of appetites
to be lean of body and pure of mind
the struggle
of all mankind
we’re cursed
from the moment of birth
to crave what kills and
condemn what cultivates
is still the goal
to teach not manufacture
a herd of perfect automatons
with no ability to become more than an efficient list checker
instead we’re a bowl of swirling emotions
given the capacity to make choices
the potential to become more than
a sack of replacement parts
every moment, every choice defines
priorities and meanings of life
and yet still I justify
poison for pleasure
and pleasure for shortened life
hammering the temple ruins
despite the warning signs


Composed 9/2/13
Description: Today’s Daily Prompt: Name that… You! There is, of course, only one appropriate style of poem for this prompt.

And essentially every name derived from it
Translates to purity
However, I have not decided if I am
Like my name or if it
Embodies a heavy irony but
Every day I strive to become my