It
becomes tiring, such endless battles, such irrationality: to imagine this
world, as designed to fawn, where one is free to do anything: this unlikely
agenda, this feudal domain, this resistant society: as men destroyed, as
fathers dismayed, at something destructive: those private blue tears, our
mental carnivals, our wheels churning: to perish insults, to behave with
sameness, to ostracize those that know: so embarrassed; so ashamed; but
refusing hard-won changes: but this is existence, our whiny objections, where
color is forced to survive: this small matter, such grievous indifference,
where many have traded culture for external serenity: this small vexation, our
flexible agendas, while anger simmers into a tumor. We chew discomfort—We gnaw upon damages—We
fret while integrity is pilfered: (but
yours is different; this planet of possibilities; or this war against homespun
truisms—as young fires, thrown into reality, acknowledged as a contradiction:
such pride in something foreign, such pride in something dismissive, while
others are concerned about your disposition: to sense disjunction, to rethink
axioms, to become something enjoying your heritage: as media appoints passion,
while cameras sit in our living quarters, where slight damages are tugged
snuggly behind curtains: this fortune in homes, to possess destructive chaos,
while nudging others to pay less attention: our dyed vests, our dyed brains,
our eager activity: to work against morals, to disvalue ethics, while pointing
towards carte blanche: to churn souls, to damage souls, to run while laughing
in tears: such sickness, where others are demonized, while father is oblivious:
such stressed behavior, at tender concerns, to review this merry-go-round:
those same infractions, those similar mirrors, while everyone else is
demented): heretofore, this depressed state of affairs, this imperfect
reality, our deep frustration: as flustered fires, formed in a beast’s belly,
or this attitudinal bestiality: to dislike reflection, to chime, pay bills, and
demand blind horizons: this daily fear, while building ladders, where each step
is a photograph: our souls forked, our brains spooned, our butter knives dull:
as winded creatures, screaming at flying birds, somewhere at a Wilshire
Hospital: as strapped for dangerous, as drugged for freedom, singing farewell
to friendly distrusts: therewith, this angry soul, ignoring counsel, for nobody
fathoms pure viciousness. …such
rants, such absolute nonsense, such reason to dig deeper: this pregnant hatred,
this raging lieutenant, where others agree with said behavior: our bodies
decaying, our minds shifting through seas, our souls regurgitating established
behaviors: as trying harder, but something is pressing, where we utter, Incorrigible: such damages bleeding, our
carpet testifying, our walls winking at pain: this inner phone, this guilty
indulgence, as tugged but desperate to repeat familiar practices: our eyes
growing, our faces narrowing, our battles becoming mirror-based: such rich
silence, so immersed contention, such adamant positions: our smiles for rent,
our happiness gambled, our thrills in something that brings paradox: (or subtle a creature, such Church
Existentialism, bleeding axioms, rebuilding daily: those refined habits, our
Lord’s Hearth, this internal Furnace: running for mad, at feelings at flights,
living by chemistry: this deep imbalance, by a balanced soul, while repeating
contradiction to those moving winds: to love at this time, while distraught at
those times, to ground in color while compassionate towards others: this sad
person, or this elated disaster, while holding that children are ahead through
travesty: this controversial, for some utterly perish, while others become a
bit too witty): those private realities, this private valley, made privy to
something underrated: at pragmatic lenses, relying upon something eschewed,
where innocence is underprivileged, while cleverness is esteemed, where reality
requires both: hitherto, this deep trench, this leaking faucet, this retiled
roof: to request our souls, while souls have become forfeited, where we ask of
others those things they can’t give!
