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God Have Mercy
.
don’t, don’t
utter the phrase
that shrieks like fingernails
scratching the chalk board
don’t waste the energy
of hurting our ears
with unbelievable ideas
even ones you actually believe
…there’s no shame
in learning
how wrong you’ve been
since that time you were only 5
feeling free to be happy
with life
before discovering
the art of being hate-filled
claiming to know
who deserves to be alive
but look how far you’ve come
won’t all your ancestors be proud
you’ve taken on their secreted sickness
blithely blathering its venom
out loud
.
Eventually
.
why oh why
with all that I try
to see, be, say and do
must the peace that I seek
wander so far away
toward things I never listened for before
while the peace that I keep
and which dwells in me deep
knows too well
everything’s swell
until eventually someone gets hurt
.
More Questions
If you could see
around the corner
wouldn’t you just
want to see
around the next corner, too?
If we could put
the genie back in the bottle
would the world revert
back to a more simple time?
If we acted
on all our best intentions
would it be
like seeing around the corner
and having a genie
of our very own?
Remarkable
.
sick silent subtlety
soothes the pain of knowing
what really was meant
by the offhand remark
nailed to the wall
in weak attempt
to appear above the thrash
yet reveals nothing less
than the very shortcomings
thus intended to mask
it is the high art of hurt
on the tight rope of sanity
served with aplomb
.
Still
.
Late to the grasp
of anything
significant
yet simple
like a day
with no wind at all
completely still
in defiance of reason
it becomes
as if
understanding
anything else
at all
will never be
enough
to ever
catch up
.
Relatively Less
Less is more. Really. Trust me.
I don’t want to muddy it up with superfluous details.
Short and to the point, that’s the ticket. Say what you mean, and mean what you say.
It is also handy to have a point, when you are making a point. That can make all the difference.
It doesn’t hurt to deliver the message with a smile.
But most of all, have a point. Really. Trust me.
If I had a point right now, I’d offer an example for you.
Unfortunately, I’ve got nothing. Nada. Zip.
You can’t get much less than that.
It’s a good thing less is more.
Sometimes, it’s all I’ve got.
It’s all relative, something.
Confusion
.
confusion floats
can you feel it?
all the colors
masquerade as sounds
little reasons
rolling on the ground
all the castles burning
bright lights shining down
answers everywhere
just unmatched
to the many smells around
as if we’ve known it all
but kept it secret
from ourselves all along
while some have found an answer
by accepting all the chaos
with expectant nonchalance
never fearing for the worst
as if witch trials never happened
nor slavery either, too
we carry on oblivious
wondering what there is to do
never having learned a way
to speak of things taboo
.
What Question?
Okay, so you have arrived here to find the answer to everything. I know. I was thinking the same thing. If we could just get the answer man to live up to our expectations and provide a clear and concise explanation for all the questions waiting to be asked, we’d finally be getting somewhere. In the mean time, what was that question again?
Why do some people use two hands to navigate clicking and moving the cursor and on their laptop when it was designed so it could be operated one-handed? Why does a craving to eat sometimes continue intensely after already consuming a meal? Why don’t cats go to work every day while we stay home and stretch out on the bed in the sun, lying in wait for them to return and feed us? Why do people try to answer rhetorical questions? Why do people think they can win a lottery, but don’t believe they will get struck by lightning? Why in the heck can’t I think of what that question was that I was going to ask?
Relative Something 