Sometimes, it seems,
the only thing worse than what is,
is what isn’t,
in the sense of possible,
likely alternatives.
Rocks and hard places,
floods, droughts, conundrums,
slim chances and none.
Every which way, apparently,
stark vistas of impossibility.
… This way of living,
is a horrible way of being.
(To be continued…)
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Nature is beautiful,
especially when you’re in the middle…
Eye of the cyclone.
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They have the foolishness to proclaim
that there *is* an answer;
they have the hubris,
arrogance, mendacity,
to pretend that *they* have
the answer;
that they can identify
the real versus fake,
without nuance or shade,
and, to boot, who’s to blame,
for ills, yesterday, tomorrow, today…
But wait, keep listening,
soon they’ll air the other side,
a gesture towards fairness,
a “balance” which results
in noise upon noise,
cacophony,
mind-soup,
confusion.
(To be continued…)
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Life goes on,
until it doesn’t…
Desecrated by explosives and shrapnel;
who says modern warfare is impersonal?
From near or far, frankly, I can’t fathom,
anything more personal than murder.
(To be continued…)
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The epitome of respectability,
beautiful potentiality.
But times and morals change,
and yesterday becomes strange,
if not
in fact
evil.
(To be continued…)
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Memories, and faded dreams…
I try to reason (or console),
that *it* wouldn’t have been as good,
as it could, or should,
according to my youthful fancy;
that reality, even when comely,
smells bad, nags, and gives you a headache.
But, that too is depressing…
What hope is there,
when you acknowledge,
that even your dreams suck?
(To be continued…)
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Alas,
as so many things…
the idea is better than reality.
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I survived,
but I remain
feeling broken on the inside.
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True horrors of humanity haunt,
and taunt,
and never seem to fade away;
scabs compulsively picked,
healing perpetually denied.
(To be continued…)
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On the brink of enlightenment
(or maybe that’s wishful thinking),
I was seized by banality,
buried by drudgery.
(To be continued…)
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I was in a good place,
until my mind got misplaced…
Distracted, I fall,
dragged by the weight of loud voices,
into yet another rabbit hole.
(To be continued…)
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Noise, conveying information,
annoyance and agitation,
subject to interpretation,
time and place dependent.
Edification and enlightenment,
malleable definition,
seasonal variation,
illusory and elusive.
…
Yesterday’s seed,
today’s prized fruit,
rotten tomorrow.
(To be continued…)
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Doing and saying the “right” things,
because we believe it,
or because it’s convenient,
expected, expedient?
… Decadent society,
and compromised people:
I understand the natural desire
for individual survival,
but is it worth living, in this hell,
let alone bringing new life into?
… Moral people should act,
even if by omission:
there is and can be
subtlety, and beautiful bravery,
in inactivity.
(To be continued…)
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False memories,
and holidays which never end,
enablers and abusers crawl out of woodwork,
they have their own agendas.
(To be continued…)
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Outward gazing,
inner debating,
grasping for meaning,
broken shell,
trying to forget,
yesterday and tomorrow.
(To be continued…)
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Serendipitous tangent…
Takes me to places,
experiences,
mind-expanding, scintillating,
and otherwise.
(To be continued…)
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Productive.
And perpetual.
Same again tomorrow.
(To be continued…)
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What a difference a day makes!
Sometimes.
But it’s not in fact the *day*,
it’s what accompanies or intrudes on it,
circumstances and surroundings,
other people’s agendas,
demands, noises, and compromise.
Sometimes,
sometimes we are blessed,
and are left in peace,
but then,
traumatized and drained by yesterday,
we struggle to appreciate,
and it’s all we can manage,
to do, to be,
to keep breathing.
(To be continued…)
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Eyes closed and pray have,
enough peace to detach…
Evidence of divine:
sublime mind.
(To be continued…)
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Nina, Polina, Sofiya... Alone, at Sea, Siberia... 