I often don’t know what I’m talking about
And even then tend to speak in generalities
But somewhere inside the tangled thoughts
I’m pretty sure some truth lies.
I’ve heard it said all mothers at some point
Wish their children dead, although of course
Most keep this dark secret buried and well hid.
Fathers on the other hand sometimes
Only want the kid, a gift, a jewel, a treasure
That far surpasses the vehicle it came in
So here we have it, Life reduced to mere transaction
A simple matter of cause and effect
Cost and reward often not considered
Until it’s far too late to then reject.
(11/18/25)
Sometimes, in weak generalities we talk.
We believe in TV, podcasts or social networking?
Far from making us genius political hawks.
Believing, seeking out a new, far more weak king?
Dementia dances across our blaring screens.
Nobody mentions the eight hundred Chicago dead?
Falls and forgetfulness do reign supreme.
While naught but propaganda dances in our heads.
The Nazis removed all civil rights!
Fascism is guite alive and well here today.
Best read up on how anyone could be shot on sight.
Lies infected most bright brains, alright!
Good, working people are considered bad?
If not dirt poor, you are considered a creep.
Better wake up, we have been more than had!
For my country, America, I weep!
5/31/2022
Everyone always expects a butterfly,
When they find that fearless cocoon;
Hanging over certain death,
And inviting a birth from a new womb.
They expect a sunrise to arise,
To dry out their wings and take flight.
Glittering generalities caught in icarus's wings.
People expect the best from your worst,
And you'll expect that that's best.
Yet this expectation leaves us cursed.
Like the monarchs, who dance under the sun;
When moths are birthed, they dance under a dead one.
I reject the notion of expected beauty,
I reject this reality that-
I need to dance in the sun,
Shine bright beneath the trees,
And fly high to melt my wings,
I despise this idea
Because like the moths,
I will dance among the stars
Between the moons of Jupiter,
And sing with selene in the night.
I will burst from my cocoon
Not in your beauty,
But in mine
I
here lie the remains of savior-imposters
lots of canned answers from textbooks
they knew: peace & reconciliation will be their ruin
so, divorce or hate, were prolonged a tad
shrinks who didn't show you peace and reconciliation ...
until you'd paid their bank loan first!
II
here lie the greedy bones of quacks (OK, not quite)
like Sigmund Freud their father, for eyes: "holes"
That saw the complex world through sexual roles
Just like horoscope peddlers, these too got it right -
generally - who has use for generalities with abortion?
When giving gifts, it’s nice to try
To tailor every choice you buy
To that which each recipient
Would like and doesn’t cost a mint.
Some options jump out in a flash
While others cause your teeth to gnash
And as the holidays draw near
Anxiety may thus appear.
Decisions aren’t life or death,
So calm yourself and take a breath.
If no gift seems the perfect one,
Just anything beats giving none.
Resort to generalities
For often, they may even please –
Some candy, flowers, books or wine
Will do the trick and you’ll be fine.
Remember – it’s the thought that counts
But how I wish I could renounce
The ritual of gifts exchanged
Which, yearly, makes me feel deranged.
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did I hear
Your emails were given without any care
The powers that be have relented this truth
To empower your foes with the absence of couth
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did you say
More "glittering generalities" one could absorb in a day
Just listening and knowing that the general facts
Have no fidelity or sincerity when down to brass tacks
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary your words should take heed
Perverting their meaning by twisting their deed
To make claims of human kindness with your heart fully filled
With the ice of deceit and a soul that is nil
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary you seem larger than life
But the facts of the matter are way more than rife
Your little mind, soul and heart is piteous at best
To think you can fool all of us is one naive, shortsighted and ill-advised test!
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary you're like a chick out of its nest
Your posture cannot cure, nor your clothes deceive the best
Of the denizens of state that require you to be strong
When deep down inside you indistinctly don't belong.
EMOTIONAL ATTRACTION
While in this world it seems opposites have attraction
Male - female, plus - minus, north - south, captain and crewman
Between these terminals, force yielded by interaction
Drives the machines of existence material and human
Another vector impels not by contrast causation
Draws together the similar and those of perceived relativity
Thus species, races, interests, languages and nations
Coalesce, combine, blend and merge with close affinity
In human life, its creations, exchange, let alone sin
Our actions and products are coloured by our emotion
Thus what attracts tends to match what we feel within
This accord can account for affection or even devotion
But away with these generalities and abstractions
So before your eyes are completely glazed, near closure
A case: those who find dismal poems to have an attraction
Have within themselves some sadness they're not yet over
As it's been observed, behind faces of calm insulation
There may be hidden emotions well concealed
Many living lives of quiet desperation
That are, in their responses, unwittingly revealed
GLITTERING GENERALITIES
I vow that you will be happily effected
If I am elected by your selection
At the forthcoming election.
With great dedication
I shall diligently bother
To uphold the glory of this great nation
Founded by our forefathers!
National debt,
Is dragging us under,
Forlornly unmet,
Tearing us asunder!
I shall keep economy healthy
By reducing taxes on the wealthy,
And allowing banks to freely operate
With no control of interest rates.
I shall supply for those who behave
Complete care, cradle to the grave.
Increased medical care for the elderly,
Even youth, rash and pimply.
Our democracy will be securely laid
In backward nations
By increasing foreign aid,
And greater exportation.
I’m a strong proponent of women’s rights.
Against abortion I will continue to fight.
We’ll peacefully solve disputes
By fair judiciary
And dig out their roots
By increased military.
So, as you can see
As I’ve said repeatedly,
It is my intention
To reduce government intervention,
So that we can get
Out of our national debt.
1. Mortality Recognition
2. Hedonism
3. Apathy
4. Restlessness
5. Historic Amnesia
6. Recklessness/Experimentation
7. Meta-Identity
Lives diverge.
Maybe that's a core rule;
the child leaves the parent,
or worse, the parent leaves the child.
Either way there is emptiness somewhat like a death.
Whatever the circumstances, the relationship is changed forever.
Distance is both literal and emotional; voices become cautious
(She doesn't need to know about that.), opacity arrives.
What were once specifics become generalities.
And so it goes...
Glimpses into the future:
A confusing mist clouds the conscious
Wishing for clarity
But receiving only blank stares of cruel misguiding
Signs
Soulless shrouds made from memories remind
Me of how to forget regret and
Remember occurrences of importance from
Mindful events happening out of
Chronological order
Ghosts from the past haunt the future
Because superfluous audacities result in my
Anxious proclivities
A newer reflection of mirrored reactions result from
Actions undone and committed
Longstanding traditions obliterated in favor of
Bold conquests
Time traveling thoughts bring uncertainty to an
Already troubled mind
Revelations seclude me in the isle of exiled genius
A beauteous punishment for a once
Silent persona of strange
Ideals
Spirits goad, burst from a reclusive shell
Of apathetic spirits’
Generalities
Of the future look to we for new hope
I cannot fail
You asked once to what did I attribute
how long our marriage has lasted, I replied
with guarded generic generalities to contribute
to the conversation, and to save my hide,
cause I learned long ago to watch out for innocent
sounding questions as experienced husbands do.
But I did, and continue to give it much serious intent,
which is itself one reason. I see that there are few
couples that after they learn each others foibles and
failings continue to take one another seriously
as we do. Our long conversation does not end
at a particular moment or good-bye and obviously
we are always taking care of one another even when we
are not talking. In the end I think that is the key.
All you need to know is that things change
But it isnt just things that do it, its everything
No matter the size or depth normal becomes strange
And its always for the better and worst despite hoping
In our reality there is no black and white anymore
There is only change and influence and pressure
History may repeat but it will never be exactly like before
Though there is stability in change that comes in a certain measure
One can fall in and find something that makes them climb out
It feels so heavy to the individual yet its just change to the population
And dont expect this to tell what all this change is about
Because there are no specifics or generalities just a sensation
The hardest thing i think is the acceptance in this instance
Being okay with what is different seems impossible
But i think that in the end we will see its true importance
Because with age and wisdom everythings somewhat plausible
Or maybe understanding of change comes with thought
All i know is my life still has many twists and turns ahead
But i hope that this true love in the end is what i got
And this is actually all i really wanted to be said
Generally speaking
I would rather go out somewhere then stay in anywhere
Generally speaking
I prefer the company of others to my own isolation
Generally speaking
I am never one to leave the party early
I am the one who closes the bar
Generally speaking
I make snap decisions with admittedly clouded judgment
Generally speaking
My choices tend to look better in the dark of night
Then they to appear in the harsh light of day
Generally speaking
I have a habit of picking up whatever habits I can
No matter the long term damage
Generally speaking
I act like a child
In a very grown up world
But lately I find myself less and less
Speaking in generalities
*** This is more a concept then a finished piece***
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