Do not underestimate the desperate,
that person you have consigned to disregard,
contempt and loathing.
No matter how “low” they seem to go,
there is always a possibility, a chance, a switch,
and in clawing desperation, ardor and rage,
their ragged fingernails
can and will
shred your hubris,
your face.
(To be continued…)
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Escape, connect, or both?
Tomorrow, they imply, we can have everything,
virtually!
Modern times, expensive toys,
gimmicks, delusions, ploys,
your lack of imagination is a plus,
as they foster the illusion of choice,
*someone* is pressing our buttons.
… This does not augur well.
(To be continued…)
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As rain continues to falls in torrents
and my faith disintegrates,
negative acceptance gives
a slither of grim comfort:
he hates us
and wants us to suffer.
…
And then what?
It’s not as if I can rely on nature or humanity.
(To be continued…)
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People are idiotic
and yet we listen to their words,
allowing hurt to linger in our minds,
hate to penetrate our souls.
(To be continued…)
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On the outside looking in.
On the inside looking out.
Both detached
from some sort of reality.
(To be continued…)
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Misspoken, or misunderstood.
Your language, or mine,
all words matter, depending on how they’re taken.
…
Standing with phrasebook, desperately searching for something adequate to convey emotion and feeling.
Tired, so tired.
Time to lie down.
(To be continued…)
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How quickly things change,
when we don’t want them to.
Sadly, the opposite is also true.
This life is a cherry bowl of clichés and pathos,
instability mixed with insecurity,
recipe to erode your will and psyche.
(To be continued…)
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We try and we strive,
to push past futility:
always more demands.
(To be continued…)
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My visitor from the future,
alas,
has become a ghost from the past.
…
Men, women, systems,
self-interest, manipulations and power plays,
what chance does our idealism ever stand?
(To be continued…)
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Life, I’m told,
gets progressively worse.
The longer we live, it seems,
the more pain we experience.
Perhaps, hopefully,
there are moments of peace and happiness mixed in,
but is the dispersal of such equal among everyone?
Alas, obviously not.
… Evolution of the species.
Wishing better for Epiphany.
(To be continued…)
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