(Written March 25, 2011)
In the midst of anger and frustration,
A short temper was kept at bay
For good reason (she's doing her best)
And with excellent results.
What joy we experience, when we are given rare
Fortuitous opportunities. Even more joyous still
When the fortune comes after the frustration.
Tempers checked, the fortune can simply be enjoyed
Without feelings of guilt at having behaved poorly
Before receiving such a gift.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Day 72: Wild Wild East
(Written March 24, 2011)
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Flowing and going
his is really not that simple.
Why is it easier to brace
And be abrasive?
Why is it more difficult to just smile
And say, "okay sure"?
Maybe I'll figure it out one day.
Until then: roll, flow and go.
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Flowing and going
his is really not that simple.
Why is it easier to brace
And be abrasive?
Why is it more difficult to just smile
And say, "okay sure"?
Maybe I'll figure it out one day.
Until then: roll, flow and go.
Day 71: Parallels Never Meet
(Written March 23, 2011)
One says thirteen
The other says a Baker's Dozen.
The one hears 'dozen' and thinks twelve.
The two argue indefinitely
With the one not realising they are saying the same thing
And the other not realising the one does not realise.
One says thirteen
The other says a Baker's Dozen.
The one hears 'dozen' and thinks twelve.
The two argue indefinitely
With the one not realising they are saying the same thing
And the other not realising the one does not realise.
Day 70: My People?
(Written March 22, 2011)
Death and madness abound; surround.
Falling through the cracks are the
Helpless and apathetic.
Those we neither seek nor receive;
The wrongdoers who believe themselves wronged;
The bored and disinterested who pretend to themselves
They do not know the consequences of their actions (and inaction);
Could not predict them.
Running away from trouble we create
So naive as to think it's not our fault.
The shoddy carpentry we perpetrate,
Crumbling down around us and we ask
"Why?"
What learned ignorance is this?
what bliss can be found here?
We do not know our story, sow e have no foundation.
Anything we build will fall. HARD,
For it wil have been built on nothing.
But how can we be blamed?
Those of us who ask questions; who challenge
With the intent to learn, are dismissed. Put in their place.
Laughed at. "How could you not know?"
But if we are never told, even when we ask,
What else can be expected?
We are a diminished version of our once proud selves.
Lost, so many centuries ago, to the lure of the unknown.
When we were tending to the health of our communities,
They were tending to the health of their economies;
Planning ways to bolster their egos and land through atrocities.
And now, centuries later, after we have been
Sold, broken, enslaved, programmed, conditioned and "freed"
We cling to that which first dishonoured our names.
We are, all of us, mad.
We are, all of us, dead.
Death and madness abound; surround.
Falling through the cracks are the
Helpless and apathetic.
Those we neither seek nor receive;
The wrongdoers who believe themselves wronged;
The bored and disinterested who pretend to themselves
They do not know the consequences of their actions (and inaction);
Could not predict them.
Running away from trouble we create
So naive as to think it's not our fault.
The shoddy carpentry we perpetrate,
Crumbling down around us and we ask
"Why?"
What learned ignorance is this?
what bliss can be found here?
We do not know our story, sow e have no foundation.
Anything we build will fall. HARD,
For it wil have been built on nothing.
But how can we be blamed?
Those of us who ask questions; who challenge
With the intent to learn, are dismissed. Put in their place.
Laughed at. "How could you not know?"
But if we are never told, even when we ask,
What else can be expected?
We are a diminished version of our once proud selves.
Lost, so many centuries ago, to the lure of the unknown.
When we were tending to the health of our communities,
They were tending to the health of their economies;
Planning ways to bolster their egos and land through atrocities.
And now, centuries later, after we have been
Sold, broken, enslaved, programmed, conditioned and "freed"
We cling to that which first dishonoured our names.
We are, all of us, mad.
We are, all of us, dead.
Day 69: Round and Round and Round We Go
(Written on March 21, 2011)
Cycles
Slow, but definite repitition.
One season becoming the next, next, next,
Then back to one.
Without fail, charted by
The moon, the tide, the month,
Expectation met, inexplicably, unsurprisingly.
Good, bad, or mediocre, but always
Inevitable.
Cycles
Slow, but definite repitition.
One season becoming the next, next, next,
Then back to one.
Without fail, charted by
The moon, the tide, the month,
Expectation met, inexplicably, unsurprisingly.
Good, bad, or mediocre, but always
Inevitable.
Day 68: Silly Questions
(Written March 20, 2011)
Who can love me?
Taking every imperfection
And viewing them through the lens of acceptance;
Satisfaction.
Who can see me?
Beyond the defence mechanisms
And dismissive jokes to find
Raw beauty.
Who can feel me?
Cursed with a disposition towards
Anger and negativity...
Who would want to?
Can I stay me and find one such as this?
Before I die?
Who can love me?
Taking every imperfection
And viewing them through the lens of acceptance;
Satisfaction.
Who can see me?
Beyond the defence mechanisms
And dismissive jokes to find
Raw beauty.
Who can feel me?
Cursed with a disposition towards
Anger and negativity...
Who would want to?
Can I stay me and find one such as this?
Before I die?
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Day 67: New Buddies
Instant connections
Fearful, but reckless
Trusting, but cautious
Going with the flow,
Always with an escape rout planned.
It's nice to make a new friend. =)
Fearful, but reckless
Trusting, but cautious
Going with the flow,
Always with an escape rout planned.
It's nice to make a new friend. =)
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