such
sorcery in small doses or societal gumbo peering at patterns of behavior; such
mean-spirited and sprite-like chameleons at treachery or pure altruism; so
difficult to comprehend and I try in vain but those two personalities possess
traits and flames; as one devious and sly but so gentle and caring while
something is eating away at stability; such psychanalyses by one a bit silent
where facial combat seems so unsteady—as built in concrete a rising rose and so
much discussion in every crevice; our sky-soil our oils and vases while angling
and posing and rereading three points; this triangle of detriments or this
yogic countenance where a few are able to transform lives; but Love is disappointed
and Love is a little angry where days are flustered and nights are frustration;
our communication waning our needs flourishing and our arts fire and storms;
those vintage vibrations or those spots we seek while anxieties seem to respond
to kindness; but what for easiness in a feudal land where easiness causes for
adverse behaviors? as one
needing pressure as a professor vows to difficulties where a young Asian girl
requires pressure; this steep reality as warring for privilege in a land
disputing your authenticity.
we
return to behavior so inclined to cater to a child while we may see something
peculiar; our mean-like creatures so attentive and caring while such quickness
to switch and shift; this place for adults is dramatically different than this
place for adolescents; but deeper inquiry into something vicious where an adult
alters a child’s permanent perception; is it such a light issue as to kindle a
life and dismiss something tragic? our guts should rumble our eyes should focus
while many of us are still reliving travesties; it’s easy to dismiss when one is
the culprit while culprits also are carrying leviathans; this churning cycle
this repeated infraction where kids and teenagers are playing grownups; those
steep curiosities in an economically challenged environment while etiquette sounds
like a gourmet meal; where a seven-year-old is being taught fellatio and a nine-year-old calls herself making love; such teenage social genocide where a child
is exposed and a mother upon finding out becomes quite tolerant; it becomes too
shocking it too becomes a need for emphases to ensure that one knows it’s not
correct; but times were infectious and life was harmful and poverty produced poverty
thoughts.
we travel
to Sherman Oaks confused by like behaviors and wondering about human
proclivities; where some wives experience adversity or sheer hell while holding
two hooks together; so tugged to exist so yanked to die while too inebriated to
quite care; where children are victims and fathers are islands and religiosity
is failing its domain; our minds our destinies our courage and aid and
invisibility—while a young boy met a high school teacher where reality was
blurry and he needed a grownup feeling; this teaching process this taught
feeling where a fourteen-year-old is now a father; our deeper selves this war
to exist where something normal is just about livid; which brings us to a space
in values and thoughts where sometimes it’s expected to blow one’s top; indeed,
so terribly taboo so psycho this or that but children require our deeper
concerns.
so drastic
this life where one is ever suspicious and reality seems quite gray; our hidden
thoughts our crazed values where a person only feels normal in something
abusive; this degraded self while feeling normal at something killing our
perceptions; as relocated creatures or finding our minds rebellious where
something beautiful makes us feel quite uncomfortable.
