Life a genesis, oh
A path toward vacancy
Trim down a modulation of lube apathy
Dirt arm's craving toward end! neither
The thorn was there , oh
Mesmerized by puppies tearing neck for the muddy popcorns
I myself giggle with lacrimal fallacy
Bone to bone, crate to crate
Waving with thermal fate
Rinsing heavily with northern gray, oh...
Something Else
Perhaps this word goes here
Oops, not quite that
I think if I do this, it will rhyme
Drop the words
Clutter the mind
I'm tired of this; I'm going to bed
Emotions in dreams,
Inspirations in life
Words on a page in perfect tense
portray the dream of the poet to finally make sense
Life is a twisted dream,
A series of colorful scenes.
Some seasons go by with the sun shining in sky,
Beautiful and warm, encouraging me on.
Other times I linger in the darkest night,
No stars to guide me, no moon in sight.
No hand to hold as I stumble along,
A fight in my mind of what I do wrong,
A constant reminder that I am alone.
The panic, the doubt, the unreasonable disease,
That drags me down and buckles my knees.
All the medication in the world cannot fix me.
I grieve the person I am left to be;
The shame and frustration smothers me.
My laptop greets me daily
with the confidence of a cat~
smug, blinking, and absolutely certain
I am the problem.
I type a brilliant sentence;
it responds by freezing mid-word,
as if to say, “Let’s not rush genius.”
(I was not rushing. I was caffeinated.)
At 42% battery, it sighs dramatically,
dims the screen,
and collapses like a Victorian poet
who has felt too much.
I write heroic journey,
it changes it to herbal jelly,
which is… a different story entirely.
But at the end of the day,
we make peace~
me with my stubborn ideas,
it with its mysterious moods~
two flawed artists
trying to create something
before one of us crashes.
I am
the password you created
in a moment of delusional confidence,
the one you swore you’d never forget
and immediately did.
I am
the self-appointed sentinel of your sanity,
a smug little gremlin
gleefully watching you guess wrong
with theatrical disappointment.
I am
the reason your coffee gets cold,
the cause of your clenched jaw,
the villain in your otherwise peaceful morning.
I am
the cryptic code you cobbled in haste
strewn with symbols you cannot recall
crowned with capital letters
and numbered hints that once made sense
now mercilessly mocking you
from the digital void.
I am
the digital deity
who denies you entry
with a single icy phrase:
“Incorrect. Try again.”
And when you finally crack me
sweaty, triumphant, trembling~
I will rise once more and decree,
with all the arrogance of a tiny tyrant:
“Your password has expired.
Create a new one.”
THE RAIN IT DOES POUR
FRANKLY, WE DID WIN THIS WAR
TRUMP SEEKS EXIT DOOR
Victimized, but not a victim
Never charged, but always blamed
I can hear them maledicting
But I cannot feel ashamed
Cause my guilt is just a nation
Means I’m carrying within
The inherited frustration
Of the other people’s sin
Funny how it feels unfair
And ridiculously sad
To be someone but nowhere
To be no one but not dead
I feel sorry for the angels
Cosmic managers of ours
Sorry for the lack of changes
Broken trees and faded flowers
Please don’t take it as complaint
Just admit that I’m aware
If it matters - I can wait
And I will, for better share.
Fridays, I look forward to.
I pick up my grandson to
spend the weekend with me.
He makes my heart beam
every moment with him.
This Friday did not go well.
The car's air conditioner fell.
I should have seen the warning.
Being irresponsible that morning.
After we finish, we pick up a meal.
Moving to leave, whereupon
the temperature light came on.
With a meltdown,
I could not calm down;
it made me frustrated.
Pulling over and stopping was not fun.
Immediately calling my two sons.
Some days I win.
Some days I lose.
I moved on to be more cautious.
Disillusioned.
Growing frustration.
Deepening dissatisfaction.
No dreams. No direction.
Lost in all that's artificial.
Looking for clarity and meaning.
Go in the side entrance
Walk across the concourse
Out the front entrance
Round to the left
Round into the side street
Back into the concourse.
This is the pathway to finding out
Nothing.
As it is at the train station
So it is in life's world
Nobody can be relied upon
Blind ones sharing an eye
But not a brain
Your hurt in turn hurts me
You are not sharing your pain
But you willing share your anger
I am not in your team
I am the opposition
You have closed your self away
Put up a defensive wall
Say little and expect the world
I can’t help if you dont want help
I can’t listen if you dont speak
I can’t read your mind if you isolate yourself
I can’t predict what will happen next
But you are doing a good job of barely staying alive
A good job of protecting yourself and hurting others
A good job letting others carry while you stay away
A good job of breaking everything while doing nothing
taut rope of patience
s t r a i n i n g to a breaking point ~
k of frustration
a
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Displace of their distaste
Of denial to their face
I gouge out their senses
And burn their mortal fences
Their home is where their heart is
But their heart is void of hope
They feel the need of need
And are to stupid to cope
"Where will it end?" they say
And "why won't it start"?
They trash the beauty of design
But comfort, they're not willing to part
Nothing exists to fill their putrid need
But with nothing to condemn
They will plant a poison seed
They will nurture it with their schemes
And when they cut its root
They will laugh at its screams
Clyde yearned for a kiss 'neath the mistletoe
But not a gal took notice of his woe
The ladies just tittered
As by him they skittered
His fly was unzipped and ALL was aglow
i feel rage inside me.
Itching, begging to erupt from within.
I cry for reasons unknown.
Tears trickle down before i can realize
so i look up at the sun as punishment.
I want to remain stoic.
My personal martyrdom in exchange for protest.
This cruel world has robbed me of much to receive more of my essence.
I believe tears are extractions of our life form
Our soul losing pieces of itself, defences too weakened and fragile to protect itself.
Instead I choose to feel my own warm embrace, shut my eyes and clasp my hands over my ears to drown out the noise.
I breathe in deeply, exhaling all the pain
waiting patiently until the rage returns.
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