Standing Still

STANDING STILL

**************** By Keith H. Seymour
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Why do I stand here,
remaining in the same place?
Even though I move,
I never seem to leave
this spot..this place

If remaining does not work.. I leave.
If leaving does not work...I stay.
I travel... inside the box, outside the box.
And everywhere else in between.
I continually travel to and through
every geometrical, geographical,
physiological area variable.
As well as...my own spirit-uality.<

I am consistently,
the confused traveler...permanent resident.
I just wish I knew
why I constantly move... and yet
I am always here...standing still

Even though I obviously
catch up with and often times... surpass
the others,
their lives move forward while mine a

The definition of insanity:
“Doing the same thing,
even though the method is proven not to work.”
So after discoveringwhat does not work for me,
and discovering what does work,
Why does it not work for... me?
Why do I go insane
trying to figure out the reason
I remain... in the same place?
Why do I always find myself and my life
standing still?

Un-Rest

Un-Rest
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By Keith H. Seymour
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A peace of the world,
And therefore,
A piece of me…
is rudely awakened by
anger, greed, fear, and ignorance.
Causing… individual and universal conflict.
For a piece disturbed is a peace no more.
Especially since…
Well, my world is so troubled
That it so often claims to fight for a peace
So universally and mutually humane.”
Yet with itself… it seems to be
Constantly
at War.

Covert Conversion

Covert Conversion
*************** BY: Keith H. Seymour
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You changed me.
No, I mean it. You changed me.
I am not sure
Whether it was intentional or not.
At least, at the time
it didn’t seem that way.
I certainly did not ask you to change me.
I was just fine as I was, anyway.
You said so your yourself.
Even when we argued you said I was
an adequate person. Sometimes… a bit more.
Still... some how without my knowledge
You changed me.
You changed me,
And when we parted
I thought… even told you
You’d be happy, or maybe you just didn’t care.
Even your denial of this statement
seemed… extremely insincere.
Now, others correspond that you miss me.
Well, What right do you have to exercise
this prerogative?
I acknowledge that as a woman
You might have the right to change your mind.
You had no right however,
to change me.
Such an improvement would not normally bother me.
Except, I believe you enjoy the fact
That you knew of my sudden metamorphosis
long before I did.
I resent your change… your improvement of me.
I resent that I am here,
and you are still there.