it seems like half the country
has gone mad
as if they don’t realize
that other people
don’t believe what they do
and are just fine
it’s all part of the personality
of individuals who believe
a certain thing and
have to force it on everyone
an insecurity that runs deep
a need to control others
seeing everything as a threat
to their way of life
thinking they’re more real
than those they call others
I miss not the days
you left my skin marked
but the days
your fleeting eyes held mine
because after that day
your eyes never fell on me
perhaps you were too shy to appreciate your art
your art carved in sporadic swollen blue marks
Always doing something
To annoy someone else
For the sheer pleasure of
Seeing him or her suffer,
A perversion of caring,
Outside reflecting inside strife,
Unable to do anything
But be unpleasant,
A stain that won’t come out.
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Not even the dream hand
Unknots you. I stretched it out
Never to placate you but
Take the wanton aback.
In your blind state… blind
Of a different kind
I fingered nose, eyes, mouth
And the ear’s sounding tribunal.
Your heart I felt. I wanted
Its telling above others.
The roar it gave forth – worse
Than any air-raid. The manning of guns.
I surmised the pulse of your being
Should be aligned with hollyhocks.
I surmised
A free flighted bird.
I surmised
Storm clouds parted –
But there, on your brow
Something painted
A peal of bells
Where your mind struck five times
Not hours spent, never the dream hand,
Neither my grace or its own
Beguiled wretchedness could impede
What was, or isn’t, there.
Such strange creatures
Contentment
A fleeting ideal
We chase voraciously
To come in arm’s reach
As it disintegrates
Beneath our fingertips
As I am
I think
Ergo I am
Here on the ground
Longing to be in the air
Once there
Desirous
For gravity’s power
Planting me firmly
Terrestrially
Only to gaze at the clouds
Remembering the view
From the other side
Never missing an opportunity
to poke fun
inflate ego
rant, rave, ridicule
pretend to stand
a little taller
Grabbing the club
resorting to violence
when a kind word
a meditative thought
would do quite nicely
instead.