Presence of a Need

Presence of a need

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By: Keith H. Seymour

You ask me what I want...What I need

that you and other who care about me,

can give.

Some present on a holiday, my birthday, or some other occasion.

I tell you....”I don't know.”

You reply lovingly: “take your time.

Except that what I told you...is a lie.

What I want...what I need...What I can use,

can't be wrapped up in fancy paper,nice ribbons, or anything

you can attach

a store bought.... or even a home made lovingly made card.

No. What I need cannot be purchased, or given.

What I need comes from me.

It is a sense of self, the knowledge that I am appreciated for me.

I need to know that my contributions are worth something

Not just those of material value, for I have so little compared to most,

and so mush more compared to others.

No, I speak of contributions of self, because sometimes....

that is all I have to give.

What I need... what I want...is someone

someone to kiss me good morning, and love me through the night

What good is all the materiel wealth in the world

if I have no one with to share it with...someone to become

part of me...The second part of a once complete

and now incomplete

soul.

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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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!!!

FAces

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                                                                                                       By: Keith H. Seymour

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We all wear faces, several different faces.

We wear them...Concurrently and at different times.

We all wear faces, different faces.

Not masks, for masks hide what is really there.

Whereas, our various faces

actually exhibited what is truly not seen by ourselves...or others.

Not roles...not parts we play in our lives....but faces of the whole

faces that fill....and sometimes create

voids.

We all wear faces, many different faces

that shows sides, parts, each portion of our entire being.

These faces are both good and bad.

Sometimes we recognize them...sometimes not.

Sometimes remembered... by others, sometimes forgot.

We all wear faces. Yes! We all wear several different faces.

Just because we do not recognize them when present, does not mean they are not there.

Just because others do not see them does not mean for us they truly don't care.

We all wear faces. Yes, we all wear faces.

Some discovered, some still hidden.

I have them, and so do you.

We find out about them, when we least expect to.

These faces are never false, and though they sometimes exhibit our faults, t

hey are still “apparently” true.

The problem of mere mortals finding out we have so many faces,

is are often surprised as discovering how, when, where, and why they show up/

oftentimes causing us to question who were are, and why we're here.

Yes, we all wear many faces, that whether we know it or not,

are always with us. They are always there..