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

Jack Pink

Circles to boxes no matter how mum

Being in a nice room with no clutter

Invite everyone have a party relax get

Used to it have a happy hut strife they’ve

Been  there they had that slop

Incorporation meal trickle brick southern

Feet mall sick Alpha veteran could

Wooden shop elder Molly poll yack volt

Wall great delay ink toggle front good

Regal involuntary bug queen food ralk 

Rude fought walk poison group biggest

Yack  zoom green jack pink live happy

An Honest Day’s Work

Leaving, coming, staying put.
Going around the long way
Is sometimes worth doing.
Taking time to look at the scenery,

Even if the scenery is
The latest road construction.
Look at the men.
See their faces.

Think about what it takes for them
To do an honest days work,
To put food on the table,
To pay the doctor bill,

For their sick child at home,
Who is not covered by insurance
Because her father’s employer
Doesn’t think it’s important enough

To provide benefits
For his employees.
And when he has finished
At that job, he goes home,

Takes a shower, and then goes
To his other job as a janitor
At a local private business,
Trying to be friendly and polite

To all the employees
As they leave their only job
To go home to rest
And spend time with their families,

While he is just beginning
Several hours
Of emptying trash cans
And mopping floors.

Sometimes life just isn’t fair.


Sometimes people float into

Our lives, and they stay a while.


You don’t know how long

They will be there.


Sometimes you become friends,

Due to common interests,

Or common experience.


And sometimes that friendship

Blooms into something more.


Sometimes you really care

About each other,


And sometimes, you fall in love.


From there, at least for a while,

Things sometimes go nicely,


But often, one or the other

Brings the sting of pain


Into the relationship.

And from there,


The relationship is tested.

Can the love withstand


The pain, or is there

Reason to break?


Such is the path,

That some tread lightly,


And some go through

Full-force, future-be-damned.


Either way,

Sometimes love is fickle,


And sometimes love

Turns into war.


One never knows

What to expect,


When one falls in love.




Carry on Tuesday #110