The Throw-a-way Person

 The Throw-a-Way Person

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BY: Keith H. Seymour

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                                                 The Throw-a-Way Person

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                                                                                                             BY: Keith H. Seymour

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I am just a throw a way person

continually attempting to prove

that I valuable... enough to be kept... to receive with sincerity

acknowledgment

of my worth as a person, as someone who deserves to be loved and appreciated ...for himself.

I refuse to be appreciated... merely for the material wealth

that I am perceived to produce, provide or possess.

I do not consider it appreciation to be loved

out of the perception...that I may be utilized

to satisfy your sick fantasies, mine, or both...concurrently.

I am a person.. a man

who feels and loves.

In spite of what any stereotypical

female, boss, or anyone else in society may wish to believe

out of their own... self-imposed, or society imposed ignorance,

I have the ability to experience, create, feel, and exhibit

compassion.

I was not created for the purpose of being a throw-a-way person.

So I won;t be!!!

I will not be... simply because

I actively refuse... to be!!!

QUESTIONS

QUESTIONS

BY: Keith H. Seymour

Is it easier....to let the living go

After

they have abandoned...you

Or

they dead...whom you have loved

but

never had to chance to, or were prevented from saying goodbye?

Is it easier to accept the differences of others

who are different....even... if they never accept you?

Or

to deny....a known truth....to be accepted

by

a large group of people...who insist

the specific truth must be buried

for the world to be comforted....even if it is comforted with a lie?

I have felt alone... in a room full of people,

that claim to love and respect me.

Even though they do not understand me...and have never really tried.

I have felt alone... when nobody else was around to comfort me.

Yet, I have never figured out

which feeling of loneliness is worse

or

even if they are equal.

If God intended for mortals to know the answer to various questions,

why are some questions not answered when sought?

Will people ever know the answers to these unanswered questions?

If so, when? If not, why not?

It is all so...questionable!

UN-I-DENTIFIED

UN-I-DENTIFIED
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BY: Keith H. Seymour
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I enter a seemingly familiar room… or place
even a function to which… I have been invited,
or of which they have made me…
A part.
And though the people there seen to notice me…
They really don’t.

They say hello
and ask about my health…
Always asking about… some person or acquaintance
we currently know, or at least… we once mutually knew.
Their words and expressions
that flow with continuous consistency
seem to indicate
some sort of acknowledgement of me.

Yet, the tone in their voices
and their eyes… Oh their blank eyes…
They all say something else.
I would not say it is like… I’m invisible.
It is more that… Even though I know
I am there, to everyone else
I don’t really exist
and to them I never
Really did.