Ordinariness (Inside A Jeepney)

Strangers side by side
Jammed into a vessel
With raised hands and weary faces
They volunteer to the mundane
Live out mediocrity
Fueled by their want to get by

All wishing they had other lives to live
But all needing theirs to survive.

A Poet's Dissapointment

I do not know anything.
I have not learned.
The words I use
Which have been collected (and recollected)
For years are worthless:
They do not clearly express what I mean.

From An Ant Wanting To Move Mountains

I am an ant.
I scribble words.
I try to move mountains
With these words.

Some say futility,
I say I try to be real
In an unreal world.

Into The Blue Room

Into the blue room
I have been caught
Doing the things
I appear not to most likely do.

From your cavity
I have been removed
To face this burden of depression
On my own.

And so I suffer
Bouts of sadness;
Eventhough I seem serene
Chaos abounds within.

Into the blue room
I am entering.