Lifted

to quell the voices that
speak incessantly
about the negative

this must be a herculean lift
above the skull
so that the daily endeavors
become quiet and functional

unfortunately,
there are too many dumpdicks
who can't stand 
to make it enjoyable
or easy for the rest of us
who try this

you may have a good day
internally 
and 
some shat eater 
decides you look like a fun pounching bag
mentally
physically

then you're in the mix
of the blender you hate

only because
you want to move through to some 
peace 
in your life
despite accidentally being in their
cro-mag presence
cross fire

some asslick 
wants to make your dream
never occur

so now you must deal...
why?

is it
the juxtaposition
that makes for afterthought
when action is required?

now what?

walk through

because one does peregrinate
through new mine fields
with bloody hands
and bad dreams
of the mind

if that's not all
that's given

this is why are we always thinking of love 
and 
different approaches
to existing
in this life...

we need help ...

new ideas are pure

pure lifts us

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