Protecting me…

Don’t look…

DON’T YOU DARE LOOK!

That’s right, keep walking.

And avoid the awkward glances,

Be awkward and keep moving.

Don’t worry…

Don’t you dare feel SORRY!

Don’t feel sorry you’re lonely while I am protecting….

I AM protecting- I am saving you.

From what you ask??

FROM PEOPLE!

Yes, from them, from knowing them.

They’re Savages. They’re Judges.

They’re hangmen on crutches!!!

They aren’t good for you.

They will murder you! They will torture you!

They will just rape you!!!

And you… you’ll just write another sorry poem

For the pain in your heart.

You will stand waiting for the tear at the isle

You will usher her to her meet her maker

To have and to hold her, that fragile heart you love….

Whenever you’re hit with harsh words on the sly

That they’re normal and you’re;

Abnormal…

You’ll curl up and bawl on print

Whine in abstract and with hints

For attention and a couple more hits

I’m saving you

I’m saving you from all of that again…

So keep walking

Keep walking Son.

 

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Repeat after me…

Say it like I do,
Say it like I say.
Repeat the words and the thoughts,
Repeat the steps and the stops.
Take each verse.
Take each verse and drive it home,
Drive it home until it…
until it hits you.
Hits you like a car SHOULD!!
It Should hit
You should hit you
And know what it feels like to be hit
What hit me?
What hit you?
I dunno.
I dunno what it is you hit-
Somewhere between writing and complaining
I,
YOUR DIARY, had to scream-
Stop!!
Stop this madness, stop the scribbling.
Stop that yabbing,
This isn’t worthy.
It’s stage worthy but are you stage ready?
Now look here son;
You read Byron,
You sought Edgar,
Played in Word’s-Worth
Yes you’re snobbish.
Now here you are-
you dot the lines and play with rhymes…
Frost must feel warm watching a sell out.
What happened to poetry?
What happened to the stuck up attitude?
That stubborn magnitude,
What happened?
The day you bought me
I promised to love and to cherish You,
not this art you took to feel worthy-
To make friends and to feel heavy.
I say -why Reggie- in my Nick Cage voice;
Did I sound worthy?
STOP!
AND REPEAT AFTER ME
Say it like I do
Say it like say
Screeeeeeeeam if you have to
But say it like I do
She broke your heart son, say it like you should
But first
Repeat after me….
I AM A POET
I AM A POET
I AM A DARN GOOD POET SON…

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Buy thy Sins

A penny for every dark thought

Every bad intention ever fought

Would free man from all evil thought

Then heaven would be ever sought

Back to limbo when my horns are bought

Good booty for every evil sought

From the market where white feathers rot

Where white garments soil the lone black pot

Our great fear is of the house that is hot

Where sons of the father dance till never not

At home they dress like servants of old

And run from father when their wings grow bold 

Back to limbo with my booty, brought

From pawning sins just because I ought

In the market where white wings can roam

The white can make the black wing groan

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EGO and War

My eyes waver
My mind says never

My body makes a shiver
And my ego looks to the maker
My anxiety is a trouble maker
And the words, oh the words take a minute longer
Where is the courage – liquid nerves like quick sand –
…To drown my floating nerves in?
My anti – depressants and anxiety tables…
WAIT, I never had any…
So how will I fight it? I can never talk to people
My voice won’t ever burst the bubble
My hand won’t reach for the sky…
But wait
Is this a problem?
Are communalistic frailties really existential crises?
My tongue is sharp
My fingers are nimble
With a pen or Key My law would be absolute
Their eyes will waver
My minds whisper they could never
Their bodies will shiver
The egos will call on the maker
Their anxiety will relax my trouble maker
Oh their words – I can’t wait a minute longer
They are my courage – like nerves of steel on hard ground.

 

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A Verse That Read…

I’m no preacher for the faithless realist,
Just a soul hollering theist with a truth.
With palms high against backlashing backhands
From puny men idolizing great denial,
Defending their worship from evil Moses
Hailing Noah – in wait for dry seasons.
I beat the gong that caused upheaval.
I Read the verse that called for pickets
On the day I waved off our maker;
For being nothing but lost translation.
I will burn in a world of damnation
For poor choice in figurative expression.
The only Sin that irks dead Kings,
The reason for a future of scarred skin.
A sin in a verse,
A verse that read:
God is dead.

Perspectives = Answers…

Why must man live by plagiarize perspectives?
That’s not a question one would readily agree to come across these days yet in my case it’s a question I want readymade opinions to, I really want a walkthrough that’ll guide my response to it. I honestly don’t want AN ANSWER but I ask because I have no objective response since my current opinion is ever so slightly biased…at the moment.
It’s actually amusing how Theist faith – Religion comes to mind every time I think about this yet it’s the one argument we’re now all very familiar with, funny huh?
So, take Christianity for instance – as a child my mom thought me that the laws and maxims behind our religion were sacred and absolute for everyone. It is a thing of honour to know it by heart and to be the smart kid I had to know that as a fact. – Now keep in mind that there aren’t that many atheists on this side of the world as compared to theists (There are none in fact. No one wants to be shunned)-.
The Christian faith was and has always been absolute and its history, the one we read in the bible, is completely ironclad with no loopholes and that’s how it was and that’s what I learnt. Sadly those days are over for me though, my mom didn’t fail in her in her role and I’m still a believer in God but that belief has become rather shaky. I have so many questions and doubts playing an intense tug of war in my mind – cognitive dissonance I think it’s called but that’s not really important. I’ve come across a large number of books examining the genealogy of morals and religions, some radical, some passionate and others downright ascetic and demoralizing and now I find myself in an unenviable situation; I’m under the assumption that I am the only one I know who has tried to apply a crazy assertion into my life and I’m now forced to be the flimsy philosopher I once wrote about and question all the foundations of knowledge currently plaguing my mind. Religion, Politics, Education, Passion, Choice and Rationality; all of these forms of knowledge have truths that are forcefully imbibed with a general standard that makes them be in line in a way everybody wants.
For instance, I’m not a Trump-Guy but calling him insane seems kinda… insane if you think about it. Why the heck is he insane? For obvious reasons his perspectives are radical and ABNORMALLY deviate from the normal standard of normal people. He’s too many words I certainly cannot insert in here because I don’t want to start something here. Now I’m not arguing for or against the man, he does drive a standard that makes me want to take a toolkit to his mind at times, yes, but that’s part of the point. There is a standard that everyone decides to follow wholeheartedly and a deviation can make you a TrumpMan.(Using him is fun fad now, ignore me.)
I don’t doubt that there are right or wrong answers, the laws of geometry prove that there are valid grounds for right and wrong in this world. I am only slightly concerned as to how history can be overly distorted to fit within the well drawn margins that geometry made up specifically for mathematical reasoning. I have issues as to how perspectives are taken as true in totality, without facts or proof, just some authoritative backing for eternity… or until that thing accepted as perfect and whole comes out as false; like an opinion you agree with being just an opinion you agree with, maybe a piece by your favourite poet being plagiarized from lost translations or a candidate’s slogan being a mantra ‘taken’ from Google quotes and passed it off as his own. I take issue with how no one actually questions any of these things or realizes that they can change with time but just pass them on by word of mouth until they are either a fad or a fact. Now none of this is abnormal and you might ask why I should even bother with this when in life things come and go and our opinions have the right to exist even if they are at time fallacious, subjective, Trump-ish(for the last time before Monday) or any other word I could think of; why write and post this darned rant, son?
My reason is a simple conclusion that frightens the heck out of me, a realization that irks me and puts a strain on my already conflicted mind. The reason I even asked a question I might not get an answer to or even a comment for any time soon is the reason I realized that perspectives in general can be defended as true : NO ONE. ACTUALLY. READS. ANYMORE!!

Riddle me Love….

The weary traveller set on his road,
Stops every time he’s bored and old.
A sphinx on the road comes out to say,
‘Riddle or Pain’; she wants to play.
He climbs on her back, no cross on his heart,
Rides her heart till she’s flat on her back.
Riddles and pain or answers and pleasure,
Be on your feet for the end of the latter.

 

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