Me (defiant!)

What others have to say
is of a strange importance.

I tend to hear
what have already seen,
ignoring what has not appeared clear
some days before...

This leaves me wonder...
What makes one listen
or ask for an advice?

Opinions of others...
Strange domain.
They matter....
not!

Yet, often sought in doubt.
Or, make one(stunned)
doubt what appeared plain!

...Hence, confusion added,
I leave myself to dwell
on words I've heard, and hope,
at the end to utter,

"What do THEY know?-- THIS is ME!"

Impatience

Impatience is ambrosia for mistakes
of personal and more generic nature.

Impatient bird ends up all dead and cold,
Impatient friend is often lonely,
Impatient lover loses sight of love,
Impatient poet seeks the inspiration.
Impatiently.

And all of them are meand are in me,
they bug me all the timeinstead of letting be,
They rob me of mistakes of being slow,
observant for a change
and laying low.

Instead of making waves
make no sound...

I wish I could... but!
Like Brooklyn bound train,
I am impatience bound.