I need help she told me.
Okay, I agreed. What can I do?
Tell me I’m not totally worthless.
You are not totally worthless, I parroted.
You are not convincing, she told me. I need a better friend.
What are you doing right? I asked her.
Nothing.
What do you love to do?
Long silence. I don’t know….
Have you ever enjoyed your life?
Not really.
Surely there has been a time in your life when you had a great day.
She shakes her head ‘no’.
Maybe when you were younger?
Kids bullied me, she told me. I was hated by everyone.
Surely not everyone, I said.
She glared at me. Even my parents hated me.
I could not imagine this. Even when you were little?
They used to beat me, she said. They were horrible.
My life has been terrible.
But now you have a job, right?
She shook her head ‘no.’ I got fired yesterday.
But you have a great guy.
Another head shake. He left me for another person.
I could readily imagine it.
shall I dwell
in the palette of extreme
where canons lounge unchallenged
indulging parroted truths
of rigid dogma
or maybe
the grey
sublime in its centrist hue
let me struggle with dangerous assertions
in the crucible of original thought
birthing new epiphanies
unmoored from the status quo
drifting purposely between
black and white
The right to be right,
Works poorly in flight,
Or unused in spite,
Of a righteous plight.
A right not inherited,
To be used when merited,
Sounds trite when parroted,
With 'Now look what it did'.
Parents love Abel,
In the famous fable,
Leave the first-born unstable,
Putting murder on the table.
You see, first was placed first,
By forefathers well versed,
So future children be not cursed,
By Second and minds of the worst.
We cannot be so blind to believe,
Like the famed Adam and Eve,
Protecting the Second will leave,
Our First without grieve.
The equanimity of the day reached beyond my solitary realm,
As if the tune of demise fathomed the doleful heart of mine;
Escaped from the autistic aftermath blamed by mordacious charm,
Healed beyond charade of some credulous bonds -
As if the tune of avow choired with the tune of demise,
Crowning an arena slewed by the tune of ravine;
Vehement boo outstayed by the tune of shush,
I composed the time with the music of lenience -
Odes so lined are tuned with feigned mash.
A ho-hum of hilarity hemmed in beyond my soulful eyes,
As if the malign sang by the oneirisms couched yearses;
Once paroled from the time, that seemed so dour, by the unforeseen lies,
Parroted beyond acme of agape love –
As if the song of idiom sinned by the song sung by malign,
Ceased a chronicle defied by the song of revival,
Eyeses esteemed bequeathed by the song of rash,
I composed the journey with the song of lenience –
Odes so lined are sung with bereft gush.
Topic: Tolerance
I lost my mien I lost my unity
To the shadow of tartarus
Abided by the doom of iniquity
To the horde of vicious
Ached by the blamed chastity
To the blood of befouled gravitas.
I lost my alias I lost my faith
To the detainment of my goof
Abetted by the aphotic myth
To the trait lacked in proof
Copped by the dummy world so lyth
To the wraiths of swallowed truth.
I lost my anima I lost my chaste
To the roguish sprite
Plied by paroles jest
To the hearsays that parroted bright
Retained by the sight lest
Where I lost my being I lost ardor ignite.
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