Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Interior Disagreement or Rejection by Ecstasy

It's open mic in there, such another loss, where behaviors were pricking. The meadow was deceptive, the crime was aphorisms, while we need some acceptance. There lived a child, fraught by poverty, where one elder encouraged her. Those deeper stimulants those cherished tidbits where others were removed.                      I felt discernment. I washed her face. I was effaced. This edifice city those taller buildings while inspecting genotypes. If your eyes dispute me, I only ask one favor—ask self if perception is rooted-discomfort; for we become our angers, as chamber-born insecurities, while needing something from strangers.            This time beefing invisibility, in want of particulars, while it felt good to vanish.   Such a beating reality where some are granted indemnity while one must be careful; for ears listen where eyes are upset while in most cases, others demand more of us.         By strange palms a man might fly—or come to an impasse.          Our controlling traits. Our richer necessities. Where some desire intestines.            I became passive. I became assertive. Or I refused while I endured.    Those mental tides. Those interior elephants. Where many loses were determined. It was some time ago, enduring disdain, where a man needed closeness. By a subtle design whereby a man might reject his integrity to become derision: her friend, her project, where a few are too obstructed to understand; but this is reality, while many hope this way, where a person sees humanity:                    those zinnia flowers alongside those trowels right next to the water-hose; indeed, a man looks at a woman, with something conquering him, reminded dearly of deep rejection; or a man is disinterested, wherefore, pain ensues, where a sudden chemistry is embedded; to have essence disappear, where pruners were bilking, at some faraway camera.                       To let souls be or to resort to creativity after something desiring its motive: such saws and shears left in jungles where ants are thoughts; a carved heart, as to implode the message, if but to prove an inner lake.        

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