This poem emerged from an observation that I made that “Loneliness is the shadow of individualism.” Loneliness is an epidemic in America, the most individualistic culture on earth. This poem goes out to anyone who has ever felt “only,” that this is all there is and it doesn’t seem enough.<\/p>\n
Only-ness<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Countless This poem emerged from an observation that I made that “Loneliness is the shadow of individualism.” Loneliness is an epidemic in America, the most individualistic culture on earth. This poem goes out to anyone who has ever felt “only,” that … Continue reading
\nDaze of high noon
\nThe sun sets on
\nThe season of winner
\nDays short
\nNights longing
\nLoneliness is the shadow
\nOf individualism
\nThe pinnacle in-sufficiency
\nAnd a collective poverty
\nA dis connect
\nIn a see of technicalities
\nOf too many means
\nAnd too many ends
\nOnly-ness
\nOn a superficial high way
\nPopulated buy driverless drivers
\nA third wheel in a crowd
\nLoved ones not there
\nOr knot here
\nA vacancy rents us
\nAnd out of this (and that)
\nA spiritual mass of confusion shows up
\nThe self help gurus for hire
\nPro pose
\nTaking nothing
\nPersonally
\nAnd still
\nWeather left of centered
\nOr unpleasantly right
\nFind oneself
\nIn a desert of comforts
\nOn the wrong side
\nOf a mountain of troubles
\nThe shadow beckoning
\nLook up
\nTo that down to earth eclipse
\nWith real eyes
\nThat everybody
\nIs somebody
\nAmong nobodies
\nWherever
\nTwo gather
\nAnd what ever
\nYou herd
\nSoles
\nTwo by two
\nTimes much more
\nHike over<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"