there was once a time when i believed that people cared about what i thought so i said things and i wrote things and people appeared to be amused by the things i thought and they asked me for more so i said and wrote more about what i thought until it became plainly evident that absolutely no one any longer really cared about what i thought so i finally stopped saying and writing things reflective of what i thought but i took a perverse satisfaction that for a finite amount of time there will remain evidence of what i thought at particular times in my life that may be consistent with how i think now or may very well and in no form resemble my thoughts of today or even my thoughts of tomorrow but may help me better understand who i was and who i am and who i hope to someday be because if there is one goal i have always in life had it was to dissect myself to the cellular level because i am and have always been my most complex difficult and fascinating subject to the point of maybe someday i will consider believing that people might really care about what i think and i will say things and write things reflective of that


Coming to America
Coming out
Coming back
Coming home
Coming to terms with realities
Coming to understand self and others
Coming of age in times like these
Coming around
Coming soon
Coming far


Opinion Piece
All that remains is a ribbon for the gift
It is not like I no longer have opinions on topics
Everything has already been accomplished
Everyone has already done everything
It is more like I no longer have opinions to share
All that remains is icing for the cake



Contribution to a Greater Good
Not sure how
Uncertain why
No one keeping minutes
of time flying by

What are appropriate
measurements of contribution
any one person can
make to revolution?

Answers to the questions
add new rounds of query
The loops we then circle
leave us dizzy and weary

Alone we are
with decisions we make
Alone forever
with paths that we take