Yet, Instead.

Tell me not who I am
But what I can be.
Tell me not where I should go
But where I am going
Tell me not what I should do
But what I am doing
Call me not by their name
But by my own
Show me not the ideal
But the unadulterated real
Show me not a face
But a glowing soul
Show me not the theories
But the truth
Show me not the mind
But the heart and mind
Give not conformity
But opportunity
Give not obstacles
But goals
Give not the known
But feared unknown

R. L. Heath, Jr.

Baggage

Bitter feet
Journey incomplete
Happy beyond concrete
Deaf destiny is
Blinding beyond sight
But focused travel
Yet, continues
Empty the foreground
Of anything permanent
Obstacles are the
Minions of darkness
Call from the posterior
For attention and control
Never to unlatch
From the traveler.



R. L. Heath, Jr.

Sour Change

Bitter am I with myself
Sour am I with my actions
Cowardly am I to change
Reviving a dead man
With faith
No name for faith
Only doubt is its vital
Purpose.



R. L. Heath, Jr.

Quiet of loneliness

Solo of a perpetual song
Never ending melodies
Of melancholia
Emotional wave of
Sand
Devoid of life
And
Fruit
Storm of space and
Nothing winds of
Horrific winds and
Splintering rains
Choir of vultures picking
Of barren and
Bare bones
Sing ole single sweet
Chime,
Jingle of
Jubilant joke

R. L. Heath, Jr.