Ourselves

Slander fouls meager trials for trying

Times. Don’t you wish the gossip kings

And queens would leave us all alone? I

Know. I’ve done it many times, but some

People just like to tear others apart like

It’s a damned sport! Just drop the act. No

One is any better or worse than anyone

Else. We are all humans just trying to be

Ourselves.

To Disagree

Baby promises lead to grown up values,

Peeking through the clouds, just being.

Do you wonder, sometimes, if anyone

Cares about the types of ideas you have in

Your head? I do. It seems family and

Friends don’t always agree. I guess that is

The nature of humanity, that is, to

Disagree.

Smile

Study foul aberrant clues future sink reel

Lacking enable volume cross sickle tick or

Stack moose beef stick frolicking ocular is

Maneuvering hot vats semblance sicken

Norse robbery pirates tackling fish shores

Deepening stab slow blood trickles smile

Everything

Benevolent meaning saves sword fights

In alleys where thunderers wrong maids

And tempers flare. Rowdy talk and angry

Thought sometimes make for bitter some

Whats. Allowing adolescent schmoozing

Presents problems for parents who wish

To teach their kids reality. Let’s all just

Stay in fantasyland, shall we? Say the

Fake ones with the expensive everything.

Just Ask

Pennies for your many thoughts spinning

Round in your head just now, instead of

Other gifts without real value. How do

You really feel? I want to know. What’s

Troubling you, and how can I help? Amen.

So ask. Take an interest. Relationships

Are only momentarily physical, but that

Is not where lasting meaning is. Smile.

Communicate. Share your dreams, your

Pain, your values. These are the stars that

Shine the brightest. Yes, even pain, when

You share it. Open up. Be yourself. Ask

For help, if you need it. Don’t be afraid.

Fear of Difference

The place of fear envelops here.

No way to tell, what’s coming

From the rear, or what’s ahead.

The smoking mirror is an illusion.

Sometimes I wonder where

Is truth in life? Where do the two

Intersect, when it really matters?

Lies confuse, swallow what’s real.

The lie I feel to be real, is

That which hangs around my neck,

When I gather in spaces,

Of those with like mindedness.

Bricks and mortar, or digital

Groups, it doesn’t matter.

Both are full of walls, constructed

Alike, to keep others out.

I am out, even if I am in.

I am not present, when the lies

Begin. I step out, of my own

Volition, when the air is thin.

I have no patience, for groups

Dividing, over fears of others,

Who do not threaten. Being

Unique is not a sin,

Without or within.

Yet, I find in my behavior,

The same judgment, of myself,

And those around me.

Perhaps, it is most true,

In those who are least comfortable

With themselves or others,

A state of being, most common.

And with the discomfort,

Comes a fear, a sense of

Vulnerability, to be devoured,

By the enemies that exist,

Even if those enemies are created,

In ones own mind alone,

For we also put up walls around

Ourselves, in order to protect,

Even if there is no need,

For we do not realize, sometimes,

Who is with and who is against, for

Those who put up walls,

Can be our greatest friends.

I hope I come to see, the company

That’s all around me, is the asset

Best to help me, my true family.

So Loud

Heh be done just done

When it comes to finally

A groan erupts From my body

I cannot stand it Living in such silly

No soul, no mind, no sign

Of compassion or humanity.

I don’t know how long I can stand

The eruptions, ironic ceremonies,

Below the belt commentaries.

It really disappoints to hear and see

The squabbles and serenity 

Depending on the night and day

Somebody even said it was the officer

Friendly being too friendly with a local

Lady whom he should have been taking to

The jail since the law from many ages ago

Enough about family so to speak to sing

Making the best of so many tragedies

Humph I gave it away could have been

Another’s story, perchance, nobody else

Could be as stupid as my family so loud

Blur

Separations give us time

To appreciate those we love.

We get shocked, angry, sad,

For you will be there

Holding someone’s hand

That you never expected

Would ever show up. 

The lost son returns.

The father is ecstatic.

Happy in his redemption,

The father wildly prepares

No amount is too much.

The son gets what he came for,

Then kills his mother,

And his sister and whomever

Sees the trail of blood.

He wants to cover his tracks

But the scene is too crazy.

The best is to leave,

Without any more tracks.

He tries to escape, without an alibi

That he can remember.

If I have to state my alibi,

It will be the same.

I have no idea when or where I was

At hardly anytime, as each day runs

Together. It is a very long blur.

How to do such a simple innocent thing

No one belies strength citizenry accent

And I am language I am light friendship

Is in my blood I wear my heart on my

Sleeve I worry about little things they

Worry about me take your time, they say

Be patient love yourself as a person that’s

Where they get me I don’t I have no idea

How to do such a simple innocent thing