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Joie de vivre courtesy Melitte A Goldsby -
NMLS ID#639704
Citizens Bank manager
in Trooper, Pennsylvania
lit up space like a live wire,
and I braced myself
against shaking our hands
(upon first greeting me
after walking thru the doors)
lest a shock pass thru me
analogous to a lightning bolt
striking yours truly out of the blue
after seeing her
standing righteous and proud
(as she rightfully deserved
acquired her station in life
courtesy indomitable perseverance,
I presume most likely never did tire
what with an outsize personality
that would charm
the skin off a snake
and the smarts to match),
thus prompting me
to dash off a feeble attempt
regarding this wordsmith
to resolve his
checking account quagmire
after being suckered
into one after
another centsless imbroglio
falling prey into poor man's
monied pipe bombed dream
gullible and naive to compromise
relative safekeeping his deposits
yet somehow found myself
at the mercy of short,
nasty and brutish
trolls rubbing their
weather beaten hands in glee
when ensnaring a once
happy go lucky boy
essentially being affected courtesy
an anonymous byte size notifier
that meekness and submissiveness
signaled to bullies think Charlie Brown
the renown targeted
victim as a vulnerable kite-flier
whose kite went no higher
than the kite eating tree,
whose foiled attempt
at a Lucy free empire
like a metaphor
for the writer of these words
stumbling into pitfalls
most of his own making a buyer
into the implication of the maxim
"if something is too good
to be true, it probably is"
disregarding a warning to be skeptical
of offers or situations
that seem unrealistically
positive or beneficial
taking the bait
from snake oil salesman
pitching me head over heels
into a grave situation
of my own making
exhausting every last ounce of energy
only to find myself
deeper in a black hole
where red is the new black,
especially pertaining to money matters,
and I pay thru
emotional/psychological nose
exacerbating an already
anxiety prone baby boomer
soon after the beneficence
as high a caliber individual,
but interestingly enough
none can exceed
the esprit de corps of Melitte A Goldsby
principally with knack
to rectify his out of balance accounts.
It's so easy
to play the blame game
to be unrealistically expectant
to want perfection
It's so easy
It's easy
to want you to mold yourself
into my concept
of the ideal man
to fill in all the cracks
of what's broken in me
it's so easy
and yet
how often have I tried
heart and soul and mind
to be what you need
how often have I failed
to hold you together
and make you complete
that's not so easy
that's not so easy for me
to realize
to see
I hope I finally learn
perfection doesn't exist
there is no perfect spouse
there is no perfect love
because we are not perfect human beings
we are fallible
only God is infallible
only His love is unconditional
we are imperfect beings
in an imperfect world
loving imperfectly
and yet,
there is so much beauty
in the imperfection
of you and me!
Eileen
Part of me longs to reside in
a high functioning
win/win cooperative community
of resilient left hemisphere,
resonant right hemisphere,
polypathic/polyphonic communion.
Part of egoself-care wisdom
and longing
feels drawn toward eremetical asylum
more than gregarious shared sanctuary;
to solitude,
peace
ease
natural sounds and sights,
green new/old deals,
relationships
communications
communions of egalitarian interdependence,
more internally holistic intersections
noticing sacred global beauty
in local experiential truths
mundanely secular.
Yet the best part of my internal ecosystemic awareness
wants both,
wants Earth's all,
longs for cutting edge win/win communion,
healthiest wealth,
resilient resonance
restoring ego/eco co-investments,
just truth and beautiful mercies,
graced bounty,
synergetic integrity,
robust democracy of healthy hermits.
Too unneedy greedy,
the sound of two co-arising hands
not clapping,
I unrealistically realize
longing in belonging.
You didn’t know it before
but now it’s happened you’re sure
always need to be right
thus speaking knowingly
It started out as a kid
learnt what embarrassment is
in avoidance commit
voice aloud you’re perfect
Now you’re calling them out
it’s so appalling you shout
send the feeling around
telling what you have found
Stressed out
if you’re wrong
depressed, down
can’t be known
cus you live with fear now
defending lies
nobody will realise
Damn you’re just so very wise
smarter than all other guys
You can only handle life
If you’re Mr Hindsight
Now your plan has a flaw
unrealistically false
you’re terrified of your faults
web of lies has you caught
somehow the confidence lives
but the subconscious exists
the paradox contradicts
falsified by your fibs
Living fake but believe
you shine a light and succeed
high up from those underneath
you better everybody
It’s terrible
you think you’re invisible
deep inside you’re miserable
you are one predictive fool
you live in fear now
telling lies
defend and never realised
damn you’re just so very wise
smarter than all other guys
You can only handle life
If you’re Mr Hindsight
Know it alls
never really know it all
unknowingly showing all
fear bestowed is insecure
you’re living in fear now
Riding high
building up your rising pride
telling lots of lies to hide
really just a feeble guy
You can only handle life
if you’re Mr Hindsight
It is no longer headline news,
If anything scientific happens
it happens for a rational reason
If anything violent doesn't happen,
does it not happen
for an irrational unreasoned
compassionate nonresponse?
It is no longer byline news,
toxic anthro-aggressive at-most-spheres,
dark forbidding climes,
cold winter
evil viral feelings,
relentlessly depressing
grey-clouded
chaotic
irrational
random thoughts
Complicate competing patriarchal
privileged supremacy
win/lose systemic media events,
stories monotheistically vengeful
OldTestament fundamentalist
Either my religious way
or you get to play
work
suffer the Prodigal Son/Daughter
loser highway
Monoculturing news
neglecting to mention white anthro-privileged
Caste cast with strictly partisan
polarizing eco-political rightwing supremacy concerns
And fascinations with capitalism happens
when compassionate democratic health
unrealistically
irrationally doesn't happen
while relentlessly furthering
white dogmatically "patriotic"
straight male dominance
Is not exactly headline news
but more the RightWing monocultural
Thing To Reactively Do
to find HolyBible scripture
to fundamentally cut
and evangelically paste
for ego-salvaging
narcissistic denial of democratic rationality
divine support
Furthering each individual ego-identity's
selfie bootstrap LeftCognitive
culturally superior to RightEmotive
win/lose religiously partisan
straight white capitalism
overwhelming win/win
systemic multicultural
democratically cooperative
co-arising compassion.
Will someone come and wipe the tears from my eyes,
Sing to me a lullaby.
A soft and sweet note too ease and comfort what’s hurting inside
Quiet it peacefully, with vocals, hummed gently from someone’s throat.
Promise me that tomorrow will not be like today or yesterday,
That if I continue to pray, that the pain in it, will all simply just go away.
Maybe, I can just go away,
Away to somewhere they know, not my name
But to new places, upon new faces, where I can find love just the same.
Will someone come and wipe away my tears,
These same tears that have fallen for so many years, so unrealistically real
And the hand I was dealt was the real deal, “Holyfield”.
Can anyone out there hear or help me,
I’m crying out from within, acknowledge my plea.
I call on his grace, only seeking those in the image of his face,
God’s face, only one who can erase this pain shut up inside
Will you come to wipe the tears from my eyes?
way down deep in a heartache,
i dump myself and become the reluctant angel
i am tinged all over and it hurts to even think of moving
i am moving while frozen as all and everything stops
way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops
way down deep in a heartache,
constipated confusion blows its pungent odor on the tip of my consumption
i am bloody blue all over and it hurts to even move to the thought of thinking
i am frozen while moving as all and everything stops
way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops
way down deep in a heartache,
murky water cocktails snatch me up and i am the calm cowboy viewing captivating constellations
i am ecstatic while my currents are being unrealistically revitalized
i am falling in an endless pit of blindsided truth as all and everything drops
way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops