393. Rash Acuity

You speak fast and spew your words,

All over the place.

Without care you spread your thoughts,

Devoid of depth or grace;

Then look at me with judging eyes,

Awaiting swift reply,

To signify my intelligence,

Based on how quickly my words fly.

Pardon me, while I contemplate,

On how little time you take,

To make absolute assumptions,

And trust the conclusions you make.

I am not that sure of myself,

I’m afraid that it is true.

I always question everything,

And ponder hard and long when I do.

So if you’re awaiting fast reply,

Don’t bother waiting around.

I don’t really care if you think me daft,

When you can’t see my need to expound.

Leave me alone with my thoughts,

And I’ll think until I’m weary.

For there are no absolutes to me,

Only the most plausible theory.

Please take your judgments elsewhere,

There are far better things to do,

Then converse with someone so shallow,

As to judge as rashly as you do.

K. Aldaya, 4/24/17

168. Complaints Are For Those With Nothing to Complain About

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Don’t complain to me ’bout your life.

You have friends and family true.

Don’t tell me you are in such strife,

When so many care for you.

I have no one but myself.

My family and friends a-few.

Each only seem to think of their self.

A life so completely not like you!

I have no one. None at all,

To give strength to grasp the wall,

So I won’t perish in this fall….

Down a hole you wouldn’t fit through.

K. Aldaya, 9/23/05

Picture:  “Falling Down The Rabbit Hole” by Bradi Wells on flickr; https://www.flickr.com/photos/bradi/2797166439/

15. Those Who Get It

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Some people seem to get it all, and all for free.

They never seem to have a fall, or pay a fee.

Their lives just seem to go, and go alright.

All their bills are paid and so they can sleep at night.

They look at those who are not and say they’re to blame.

They don’t have what they’ve got, so they’re not even close to the same.

They laugh at them for crying or being upset.

They criticize their sighing.

Why do they hold such regret?

It’s their life they control it, and in some ways they do;

But the truth is ‘God’ makes it fit.

‘He’ is life’s glue.

K. Aldaya, 8/11/03

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.kabobfest.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/universe.jpg