Thursday, January 5, 2017



We all have them. Like a mis-cut diamond, or an off-key song

There is something about us that is not right.

Things are said wrong

Actions are mis-timed


There is a crack in our fa├žade—a weak point in the main

Sometimes it get punctured

Frivolously on money we spend

Vainly we see ourselves


We act as if we know, but certainty is the Devil

It destroys all in its wake

Stubbornly we cling to our facts,

If only everyone can just agree


What is may not be what we become

There is more out there

If we listen to our flaws

Mistakes can be our teacher