Poems by Mark
Imperfection Obtained
Existance is personal.
I hope you agree.
Without the personal.
Whos you or whos me?
I see in my mind.
Do you see there too?
What is it you see?
When you imagine the view.
Our time is ours.
Do you belive that?
What we will to be.
Is under our hat.Dreams come true.
Do they for you?
Shapeing reality so you fit there too.
Physical trials.
Mental duress.
Beat up integraty,life looms a mess.
Do you also feel somtimes like this?The imperfect perfect.
Human condition at best.
When no one is absolute.
Each persons at rest.
We are all equiped.
With the same fatel flaw.
No one is perfect.
For this we seek all.Gifted in this, absent in that.
Your brother is clever.
But he sings so flat.
We barter ourselves.
To see what we lack.
So our imperfection will not be so flat.
Others teach me.
What I didnt see.
For all of my gifts.
Are what lead you to me.
So give as we must.
So others can see.
The flaw in themselves and the lesson in me.
Love is the ticket.
To think of things right.
The conclusion is sudden.
As darkness to light.
Our hands are blessed.
Our heart is strong.
When the two join together.
To work on our wrong.
Seeing is everything and doing is to.
When one is the other.
The concerts in tune .So now you are ready.
To seek out your truth.
By giving up everything.
You have nothing to lose.
What will you be ?
Where will you go?
How will it seem,When everywheres home? Comfort is honesty.
Peace in your soul.
Love is your giving.
You begin to feel whole.Honestly humble.
Gratefuly giving.
Our intent in this world.
Is how we are living. Mark Hutchins