December 10, 2019
December 6, 2019
December 2, 2019
November 28, 2019
November 24, 2019
March 29, 2016
The Human Algorithm
How do I measure the worth of my life?
Is it by the music I play?
Is it by the bouts I win?
Is it by the scores I receive?
Contributions to society I feel the eyes on me
Of all the people I know. All who I step up in front of. All who I get up in front of.
Because I need to prove myself?
Is it enough to simply be?
Measured by the love in my heart, what quantity?
Measured by the people I help, what number?
Do I need to outweigh the nonexistent stain
On my being from existing in this competition repetition of the
Same grueling game get ahead get ahead only to reach the end
It's killing me only to be
Measured by the money to my name?
Measured by my success and my fame?
I love my life and what I do but Do
I need to be measured by its fruition? Judged for its failure?
Am I measured by the words I write?
Can the musings of the mind be quantified?
Tell me what is the numeric value, to be worthy?
Can I be calculated?
My own stamp of infinity,
Plugged into some grand human algorithm written by G-d? Written by the Devil?
It's always "Compared to him," "Compared to her," but we don't know anyone.
There are too many missing variables.
If you try to put me in a measuring glass, I won't try to race around your clock.
I will race to my own horizon.
I will try to sit back, and listen to the music
To smile, while the sun still runs its cycle. For me.
To breathe, and enjoy my own personal symphony
While the curtain is still raised.
June featured poetry
Mark Theodore Meneses
December 2019 (6)
November 2019 (10)
October 2019 (12)
September 2019 (19)
August 2019 (1)
June 2019 (13)
May 2019 (17)
April 2019 (21)
March 2019 (19)
February 2019 (16)
January 2019 (16)