Sunflower

She gives off so much light.
Beautiful and bright.
She is my mother.
Sunflower.

 I love all creatures great and small

I love all creatures great and small.
The ones with least brains most of all.
I look for beauty and I look for truth.
I often find one but seldom both.

I know it doesn't always make sense.
But I still seek the highest and best.
The ones I love are above reproach.
But they act like I am some kind of ghost.

I am looking into a window.
Not in a mirror.
I am shouting at her.
But she does not hear.

There is no one worthy of me.
That is plain to see.
I am a shadow, a specter.
Imperfect but I want to be better.

 New haiku

I am so grateful.
Nothing to complain about.
I am so great full.

I am not a bad person

I am not a bad person.
But I don't know what a good person is.
Mother Theresa wanted all to suffer.
But I bet she ate pretty well herself.

Suffering does not make you pure.
Suffering makes you hungry.
Suffering is our natural state.
But we can do better. I know I am no saint.

I do not always feed the homeless.
I have no illusions I am altruistic.
But there must be some higher truth
That does not make everything senseless.

 Haiku

You're no good for me.
With your kind of honesty.
I made a mistake.

I have truth in my repertoire.
I am not always trying to score.
I think I am a rare breed.
I do not always need to feed.

The obvious solution
Is to do what is right.
But might don't
Ever get it right.

I am a pawn to the system.
But I always try to resist them.
My value is not determined
By a stat on a spread sheet.

I am never boring.
I am always exploring.
Wish some girl got my genius.
I am so not obvious.