Uniqueness

Uniqueness

by Michael Espinoza

I long to make the stories,

The poems, the songs,

The artwork and the movies

That I want to see myself.

I rarely find the glories,

The treasures, the gems,

The great artistic talents

That I want upon my shelf.

The difference I find tragic,

Though logic doth say

It doesn’t really matter

That they differ one iota:

The arts that show their magic,

To this man, to me,

Don’t always coincide with

The objective greatness quota.

So even with a standard

Ignoring all men’s

Subjective views of artwork

That may differ from all others,

Though I ignore what’s pandered,

And only do seek

Objective greatness, I may

Not discover my soul brothers.

It really is quite tricky

To locate, unplanned,

The things that please me most of

All that I would truly love.

Because I am so picky,

I seek to use skills

To find the place where I do

Fit like hand into a glove.

And yet when I decide that

I should be well read,

I find there’s so much out there

That I never knew existed.

For all that there’s a wide vat

Of stories and arts

With which I am familiar

And whose love I can have listed,

When I compare my own love

To what I hear told,

By folk I meet online or

By the media celebs,

I find myself a lone dove,

A drop in the blue,

Which makes me feel discouraged

As I browse the Interwebs.

Nor does it help much finding

The online exams

That try to match your interests

Based on info that you give.

Though you are always minding

An honest essay,

Inevitably these things

Lose your substance like a sieve.

I know that there are others

Who like things I like

And if the only way to

Find them is with my own works,

I hope to find my brothers

With courage, and love,

By giving of myself to

This small group that somewhere lurks.

So if you find that you are

A member, like me,

Of this same special group who

Found me on this very site,

I hope you find that true are

The words that do say

“You’re not alone in all the
World, and things can be all right!”