"A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.”
-Alexander Smith
Everyone is talking,
No one is listening,
It’s an ambience of confusion,
It’s an aura of commotion.
No one understands each other,
It’s a chaotic order,
Violence is brewing,
Appearances are misconstruing.
Words are spoken but not sunken in,
It’s a marvel that hadn’t been seen,
Melee pervades and invades,
Gloom comes in different shades.
We go our different ways,
It’s the rise of dark days,
We go in search of light,
A panacea to the fight.
April 5, 2024.
Out my window, the birds preen and take flight,
Out my window, the sun arises from its chamber,
Out my window, the lone traveller seeks light,
Out my window is a city that doesn't see slumber.
Out my window, mystery weaves its net,
Out my window, hope finds an anchor,
Out my window, the stage is set,
Out my window, misconstruing breeds rancour.
Out my window, the night wears a mask,
The eerie hides in the shadows,
Out my window, I'm called to my task,
I see the blooming meadows.
Out my window, nature waits to embrace me,
Tomorrow may take me beyond the raging sea.
August 27, 2023.
my dendrite highway glides into spiritual realms
unbidden, unhurried, unsanctified by conscious me
meditative unawareness solidifies into dreams of the dead
bioluminescent shapes and songs form enticing my psyche
I slumber blissfully unaware and yet here is piece of me
The piece I am not in touch with during the daylight hours,
constructing, creating, and misconstruing my next day
Tolerance
By Tom
11-14-2016
We live in an age where we lack tolerance,
And others actions or words we smother.
Concerned entirely with our selfish agenda,
And filled with hatred toward our brother;
We often try to decapitate with words,
Then ruefully seek some way of undoing.
By excuse or outright denial, we’re saying,
My thoughts, perhaps you’re, misconstruing.
Manic-Depression
An illness that consumes me
Speaking endless lies to me
Misconstruing the world for me
Refusing to set me free
Binding me to self destructive tendencies
Cheating me of what life could be
Supressing the love within me
Strengthening the anger buried inside of me
Distorting the truth right before me
Making me too blind to see
We all know those who cannot meet –
Too busy, too much doing.
We understand and do not feel
That they are misconstruing.
Some that I know can’t even call –
They cannot spare a minute.
I know they wish they had more time;
I have to bear and grin it.
There’s one way to communicate
That somehow never ends;
And if you play, you know that I
Refer to “Words with friends.”
It only takes a minute –
Check your letters, make your move;
But when you hit the “Play” key,
You know someone will approve.
It’s the modern day connector.
When I find myself a’yearn,
I plunk my word upon the board;
It’s now my partner’s turn.
It’s not quite conversation,
But connection nonetheless.
In times like these, such reciprocity
Denotes success!
Powerful people know what weakened sheep want;
an ethically weakened hero with power to flaunt.
They want an easy ideological direction,
not actual common sense or introspection,
an excuse for what they are already doing
a leader to ease their guilt in misconstruing.
For them, feelings are tantamount, not acts.
they've been trained that way over the years..
mind's made up; never mind the facts.
They get efensive when truth nears....
The conscience is morphed and no longer applicable
through various worn out buzz lines,
Truth, God and introspection are despicable.
Powerful people know what weakened sheep want;
an ethically weakened hero with power to flaunt.
Some memories concern, effrontery
is always yearn, like countenance sojourning.
Unkinds its words in retrospect's home turning,
first lifts remind, then drops behind with slurring!
So I can find in grace's mind occurring,
as when thy presence binds me with returning
to God's comply, a promise asking, burning,
like some residual's pry of my adjourning!
Why rest this heart in thy, if no ensuing
can ever bring apply, a new life hewing,
to greatness, you and I, God's will renewing,
togetherness and try, love's hope reviewing!
I want thy reason why ~
mine misconstruing,
wavers like desert winds take sky, annulling
this faith awry ~ beset by dust storm's brewing!