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Platos' Retreat

What a miserable person he must be...
obsessively dreaming up ways..
to make life miserable...
for you and me.

SUNFLOWERED alliteration

v v g's artful heliotropic 
                               for a while made him obsessively tick

8-8-2024

Memories tell lies, 
“Behind enemy lines” is getting caught in my mind.
But “two twos” overslept, 
Behind glossed over eyes the secrets are kept. 

So memories tell lies, 
That you already know. 
My youth kept inside hides, 
That’s something I just couldn’t let go. 
That self supremacy just wouldn’t die, 
Why, 
Oh why shouldn’t I just forget my woes? 

Over obsessively weighing cons against pros, 
The case only gets closed whenever the answers are known. 
Heart beats keep pace, 
Decaying on the longer blood flows. 
Sour and tart, 
Life’s an acquired taste, 
Some don’t mind waiting as the cancer just grows. 
But hearts need to race, 
Down roads with no clue wherever it goes. 

I’m chasing being alive, 
I just know that I’m close. 
I’m chasing down my life, 
To see the “Ro” I miss most. 

Memories tell lies, 
Sincerely yours, 
One of the guys.

Building a Dream

("Outside Looking In Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)

Building a Dream

My whole life I have been observing myself
Steadily, obsessively telling a story,
Sure, throughout the day, from to time, I lose myself
In work and play and focus on others
But inevitably the focus returns to me
And all those other moments get added to my story.

This is an obsession that never rests
As the watchfulness that never sleeps
Continues to gaze wherever, in, out, around
While my program runs on top
Piecing it all together
Into a whole greater than the parts.

Now that I am old and the story is long and rich
I can see this life’s work, as natural as it is,
Has perhaps been misguided
Flawed by a fundamental compulsive program
Of being me
A dreamer never really free of the dream.

(7/29/24)

Silence

They say silence is violence,
But it felt the easiest way to avoid yours.
I never knew how deafening the hush was to your ears.
But don’t think that when I’m quiet
That I am not speaking,
In my head I am on a tirade
That won’t stop for days.
See I learned what you did not,
To think before I speak.
It’s just I obsessively overprocess 
And lose my opportunity to tell you,
Eloquently,
What’s really going on.

Good People Few and Far

People who see you down and laugh, 
suffering pain they feel they’ve had
smile at the misery you now have, 
display traits of a psychopath 

People who look down on you 
will not hide it’s what they do 
compare without a reason too
know it all while you’ve no clue 

People who will make excuses 
come and go as one chooses 
live a lie because they’re useless 
learn nothing forever clueless 

People who are self absorbed 
believe they live to be adored 
though in truth they are ignored 
time with them will leave you bored 

People who were born attractive 
suffer those they interact with 
insults fly from bitter lips
lips that then say get a grip 

People who see you their rival 
compete obsessively as if it’s vital 
with a darkness in their eyeball 
hurting you they feel delightful 

There are few who care for you 
those respecting things you do 
don’t just take but give back too 
so rare so golden and so few

People who obsess are less 
want to prove they are the best 
all you get from them is stress 
keep them around become depressed

Faceless

Hands held deep within my mind
      Wearing the pockets out this time
       Pondering the ignorance held inside
        In the everything of nothing I find

        Wasted Time...Wasted Time...

        Obsessively scratching that itch not there
       Drawing blood from skin that's already red
      Slight look of indifference paints I don't care
     The first impression of the already dead

     Wasted Life...Wasted Life...

      Eyes cast down in a myopic trance
       Feet push forward in a frantic pace
        Already blew that one last chance
         Please don't look upon my face

         Wasted Time...Wasted Life...

Surmise

(To suppose that something is true without having evidence to confirm it)

She fought courageously
Her battle was arduous; potentially leading to her demise 
The only impediment to her success
Was flawed thoughts, she surmised

She obsessively tried to predict the future
She desperately tried to avoid all of life's pain
The inability to quiet her mind
Left her filled with doubt and self shame

They say that all of our experiences
Are contingent on the world we choose to view
If we don't have the experience - the perspective
All of our problems accrue

You see the strength of our battle
Is determined by the strength of one's mind
When we clarify and evaluate
It's like changing water into wine

So, let’s fight the battle courageously
Discern the emotions inside
The only impediment to our success
Is flawed thoughts, don't surmise

A Prison To My Soul

I tried to reach out, blink in silence and say my words, but there is a lost syllable and a forgiven diction. I buried my art, my passion. 

I tried to tear my skin apart, carve in silence and swim in the blood, but there is a broken knife and a tired hand. I buried my sorrow, my passion. 

i tried to hold your hand, glimpse in your heart and kiss it close, but there is a fragile door and the locks made of dead petals. i buried my love, my passion. 

"I went back to the grave, holding your favourite lilies. I dig slowly beside you and reach the metal clank. I loved you passionately and obsessively. 
The box handle creaks and opens, a canvas with dried blood stains, a half fractured knife and the unsent letters.
a lady walks up to me, handcuffs me back and requests that i slowly move away from the evidence and let go". 

I buried your body, my passion.

Ghost

There’s a need for you to move on.
Rattling my cupboards random.
Moving objects, obsessively distracting.
To cast out tempting visions 
So I can focus, on these days
Time tells me though,
I’m due for your apparition
That hovers above my brow
Haunting my steady darkness
Keeping me from real sleep
Most are residual smiles
Wind in your ground-leaf hair
Both laughing till tears
Music discreetly playing to open road
I often reach to caress 
Passing right through to loneliness
Fear-realizing the granted-taken
You tech. whisper “missing you”
But a tease of evidence 
If I sit, numb
You fade till night
A realization 
Your oblivious, you haunt.

Teen Gene

TEEN GENE (to my dear daughters)

Hard it has been
To live as a Teen
Dubbed Drama Queen
Blame it on Gene!
So many issues! One sure prevails,
That is: how long should I wear my nails!?
How to file- round or square, polish- red, black or green?
It's of vital importance, blame it on Gene.

My hair, of you I am obsessively fond
So painful to live as a natural blonde
Boys like it, girls hate me, get nasty and mean
As they are possessed by the wicked Teen Gene!

The most consuming obsession is to fit in,
They say it’s a stage of ego-maniac Gene
Tweeter, Facebook, Instagram-powerful means
It’s all about selfies of narcissistic Teens!

My mother, oh brother, cannot understand
Keeps referring to lifestyle of her native land
With no cars, no computers, not even bananas
Mom, don't pile your childhood misery on us!

Well, lack of bananas did not not intervene
With mom’s same notorious wicked Teen Gene!

Losing It In Isolation

I’m losing it; you know I am

When I ask myself questions, then answer them out loud
     And consider this a “conversation”

When the lizard that made his way into my home
    Becomes my pet

When I repeatedly count the cards in my deck
    Because I can’t win at solitaire

When my first thought as a hurricane nears
     Is fear of virus transmissions in evacuation shelters

When each day is much like the last
    And I wake in bed, not knowing if it’s day or night

When I haven’t seen family for eight months
    My skin starts to itch; my hands shake and twitch

When I’m told I’ll have to quarantine
     If I want to visit sick family members

When I hear fear in my sister’s voice
     As she tells me New Jersey's second wave has begun

When I manicure my lawn obsessively
     With scissors instead of a mower

When my list of prayerful intentions
     Takes an hour to review

When the noise crickets make
     Starts sounding like a symphony and I look forward to their nightly
     performance

I’m losing it; you know I am




Written July 29, 2020
For Chantelle’s “Isolation Philosophy” contest

Labored Breathing

“After obsessively Googling symptoms for four hours,
I discovered 'obsessively Googling symptoms' is a
symptom of hypochondria.”     Stephen Colbert

LABORED BREATHING

cough is heard - a hack
that causes one to wipe brow
with thermometer
in creases of worry lines
hoping for sweat not fever

3/4/2020

Anxious

The exam is tomorrow ~ he thinks about it quite obsessively


Date: 07/20/2019

The Way I'M Not Clean For Soup 8 of 11

Back when you had authority
fact is you behaved horribly
I was your only priority
actions stressed unsightly 
lashing out as you'd fight me
infatuated obsessively
forcing oppressively 
harp so all think less of me
smackdown unimpressively
as you fail when addressing me
acting predictably 
thinking sickly
everyday blatantly 
bait and detectably 
you were really detesting me
couldn't get the best of me
but that's just how you be, 
I'm glad that isn't me. 

I react there's your smile to see
your nasty vile mind set free
just out to cause misery,
I'm glad that isn't me.

impacting repeatedly 
no slack til defeating me
an all out beating spree,
I'm glad that isn't me.

I saw your true personality
all out insanity
the narcissistic reality,
ecstatic that isn't me.

Yes you come across as an evil person,
that personality of yours couldn't worsen,
but I'll stop putting you down with curse,
it's evident that your brain has burst.

Though you come across horribly,
I'll conclude my thoughts logically, 
It's clear you behave like a moron
because you're brain cells are all gone.

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