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I have met your kind before—
not monsters, not villains,
but quiet architects of doubt
who build fog in other people’s minds.
You do not shout.
You rearrange reality
one sentence at a time
until memory feels like a crime.
“You’re too sensitive.”
“That never happened.”
“I was joking.”
The holy trinity of erasure.
But here is what I teach
in rooms with soft lamps
and chairs angled toward healing:
Perception is not a courtroom
where the loudest argument wins.
It is a nervous system
trying to stay safe.
And when someone keeps
rewriting your inner weather,
your body learns to live in storms
that never touched the sky.
So we begin with a boundary —
not a wall of anger,
but a door with a lock
you are allowed to use.
“I remember it differently.”
“That comment doesn’t feel okay to me.”
“I won’t continue this conversation
if my feelings are being dismissed.”
Notice:
No screaming.
No diagnosing them back.
Just a line drawn in calm ink.
Gaslighting feeds on debate.
Boundaries feed on decision.
You do not have to prove
your pain on a witness stand.
You only have to decide
what behavior gets access to you.
This is not cruelty.
This is psychological hygiene.
A mind cannot heal
where it is constantly told
it is broken for bleeding.
So let them call you distant.
Let them say you’ve changed.
Growth often looks like betrayal
to those who benefited from your silence.
You are not “too much.”
You are not “imagining things.”
You are not required
to set yourself on fire
to keep someone else warm in their denial.
In the end,
a boundary is not about them.
It is the moment
you choose to believe
your own mind
again.
Wearing double masks and censorship?
Oh, yes, let us do, please!
I love them with my morning cup of
steaming,jasmine tea.
Countries, alert!
Dye all rivers crimson red.
Allow censorship and
doublespeak to fill your
poltically correct heads.
Silence all, whose dreams
of a free society still prance.
And, as in Wuhan,
abortion will kill children
conceived in love and romance.
Freedom dances on the
sharp razor's edge.
But we refuse to pen or
comment upon on it?
Instead~ we live as mice, in denial.
Shielded by Wuhan's deadly hedge!
2/23/2021
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When reading heralded lines
I feel I am betraying
a poetic brotherhood
that seems, always, to be
making much of little:
a scrap, a comment (about a bird, perhaps --
or a comparison of a worm in the dirt
to some far-fetched abstraction.)
The humanity we all should share feels
sorely lacking. And clumsy, pathetic
grappling to elevate the lowly
to a semblance of earned achievement
(and not succeeding)
demeans us all.
"Mea culpa! Ibi dixit."
(I too am guilty. There, I've said it.)
the angel had a surreal glow that astounded me
I felt star-struck; was she my guardian angel?
She or he? It was impossible to tell which.
The angel’s voice gave me no clue either.
Androgynous angel, so I shall call her A.A.
I wanted to speak of the violence.
But I did not want to alarm her.
There are many good people here.
I did not want her to get the wrong impression.
I told her about the school shootings in the USA.
She listened, without comment.
I told her about New Zealand. They had a school shooting once.
They did not publicize the name of the perpetrator.
They did not give him notoriety or fame of any sort.
There was no spread in any magazine about him or his family.
No one raised money for his defense in a go-fund-me account.
Why doesn’t the USA do that? She asked me.
We are crazy here, I told her.
We have a convicted felon as our president.
A man who said he wanted to be a dictator and now he is one.
Our laws say even the criminally insane can purchase guns.
the NRA rules us in the USA
The angel was speechless
Don’t take this personal is what they always say
But how can I not when you say it that way
Jokes you may play, but consider me before you comment inconsiderately
Negativity can have an effect on me permanently
Harm me mentally, the only protection are beliefs spiritually
Physically, I know I’m not perfect
My mind not the smartest, no intelligence in every circuit
But my heart is pure, true, and so very fair
Throughout this bottomless pit of my soul, oh so rare
Therefore, I must beware, of the many evils of this time
Everyone forever plotting, trying to change this life of mine
Never will I find, someone who loves me for me
For some reason the outside is all that hey seem to see
Ever will there be, a time I feel content
But it seems unhappiness is a trait I can’t prevent
Many nights I’ve dreamt, that I had a total different mind-frame
Where I never was upset, never did I feel ashamed
For my emotions, no one to blame, only myself at fault
My life has caught, in the jar of Satan himself
The only escapement of this torture seems to be death
Will I ever outgrow my sensitivity, not be so frail
Or will I ever be trapped in this prison, locked inside my own jail?
Had I given vent to my emotions and what I was really feeling inside, the results would have been rather predictable. So predictable in fact that I purposely chose to create a different outcome. I'm no more saintly than my friend who made a prejudicial assumption of me. However, that brief conversation with her reminded me of a prayer attributed to Saint Francis of Assisi. It's the part about 'understanding' others being more important than being 'understood' by others.
It could be said that 'I didn't have the balls' or the courage to correct her or to tell her what I really thought about her comment, but in reality it was not the lack of balls. Sometimes, it's best to keep your balls and simply 'let it be', which is what I did. I could have 'taken her to task' and schooled her about matters of politics she was rather naive about, but I felt that she was of a mindset that was not opened to change.
She was a dear and Godly lady who has since passed on, never realizing how close she was to being put in her place. Politics must always take a back seat to people. I chose to take the personal offense, and I rather think that it was better that way.
07122018 About EG
Oh Maya, you are so cute and beautiful,
Dancing like a damsel around me.
I came here with a definite hope,
Of winning you without a delay.
Oh Maya, showing your softness and grace,
You delude me and made me a slave.
But whenever I woke from my dream,
I fight feverishly for winning you.
Oh Maya, you are so pure and adorable,
As a golden vision for my eyes.
I came here with a supreme will,
Of winning you without a delay.
Oh Maya, putting many obstacles around me,
You bar me from any future progress.
But whenever I woke from my sleep,
I hurl myself striving to break through.
Oh Maya, you are so nice and lovable,
As goddess of pleasure for my senses.
I came here to be your husband,
To control you and command you.
Oh Maya, like a moth flying against the flame,
You drag me to pleasures of life.
And I searched for happiness everywhere
But standing here futile and vain.
Oh Maya, now my time is gone forever,
Without finding any space for my leg.
The cause and effect is drawing their clutches,
And here I die, crippled and cheated.
Oh Maya, like the Christ I will resurrect,
And come back here to continue the fight.
And one day I will win your heart,
And make you my wife for ever and ever.
Comment : Actually it is not meant to be written as merely a love story.. This poem is based on Indian Philosophy. The union which is described is between 'Prakrithi' (The nature) and 'Purusha' (The Individual Soul). The individual soul manifested has an aim to conquer her-The Nature and his effort is continuing..
Won second place in STRAND SELECT 6 any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
SONG CREDITS :
Song : Mon Karigor
Singer : Tahsan
Lyric : Robiul Islam Jibon
Tune : Imran Mahmudul
Music : Imran Mahmudul
Album : Mon Karigor
Label : Cd Choice
Cast : Azim Uddula & Saowla
Director : Chandan Roy Chowdhury
Lyrics:
The foreshadowed clouds , wanderer within the sky
Not an easy one to tame through dispersing whisk
A faded glory wither down the colors, once held dear to heart
Once a plethora, a handful of gatherer bestowed, inner, introvert
Living through a mistaken grace
Rusty salty warm tears , a brimming trace
Genesis you said, Xanthosis, through these emotions, lingering long, worldly boom, recess
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
Simply whence it is calling to reborn in coming terrace whence autumn say
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
A rejuvenated dream factory will pull through the tambourine man…….
A painstaking lump some pain, overwhelming drowning a pour
Speechless a corridor and an ambling, nonetheless, lo and behold! None to hold accountable.
Wishful a mirror , a thousand whims
Ambivalence and a croon, tricking down the chicks of time, on lime.
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
Simply whence it is calling to reborn in coming terrace whence autumn say
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
A rejuvenated dream factory will pull through the tambourine man…….
The sand castle dream , too fragile a misfit, a shore the lively stream
Morbid a shore, enacted, plays along the indifferent acted upon, among the walks of dream
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
Simply whence it is calling to reborn in coming terrace whence autumn say
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
A rejuvenated dream factory will pull through the tambourine man…….
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