like judge &
jury, must give more, just to be ordinary. blurry skylights, injured pride,
when most merely appear. terrorized inside, pictureless inside, too invisible
to be unseen. tobacco palms raging in veins cooking like a feast—such swamp,
societal non-remedy, we complain about a system. our bodies mingle, we suffer
ostracism, more resistance more to its fame; a baffled cosmos, a familiar
island, with needs to walk forward.
I give more we
call it excellence it’s scary when prides clash.
a pictureless
inside a faceless mask like hauntings inside a membrane. voltage to survive,
Love ached souls, so surprised to feel a scar—like crazed, if I must confess,
she adopted a new frequency. how come the mountains, into seas like underwater
emotion. threshed in soul, adapting like confusion, breeding some new identity.
I know humility.
it seems askew. as others, their behavior, brings us low. pure normality, a
purse enchantment, where some call it a curse.
much fire, many
dreams, looking like misery glowing with joy—the absence of happiness, the
space of uneasiness, as uncured, rolling faster, uncured but shinning.
sandstorm identity
sea-castle screams, unspent feeling unsteady like marsh mud beneath his
smiles.
a face is demon
shot, it harbors hostilities, made unsacred, reanalyzed, forbidden from our
tribe. if dancing is auras if singing is voiceless, as adapted to endure
unnecessarily. shaking leaves, or battling spirits, why have we tried to please
something rejected? I go further or shift realities, proud of those with
everything. indeed, it shouldn’t be a hassle. it shouldn’t be impure. with less
provided to my shore.
as pictureless
souls, misidentified, as one might suggest, it must meet my approval. by
hardcore essence, while it does matter, many aren’t interested.
I know humility,
as seated in an environment, the abstract creature, the only one of color.
perceived as anomaly. received in tolerance. mocked each step into relation. a
crying man is a bizarre man, most aren’t listening.
most are judge
& jury. most endorse their thinking—most haven’t strengthened resilience,
endurance, nor universality. at the beginning, we might count differences, we
might, just might, discount a person solely on our self-reflection.
what if a person
is off, as off in his self, does one accommodate him? what if I dislike a
person, a decent soul, simply out of necessity, or inadequacy—should others
listen to me?
I give more. it
has become natural. when wrong inside, observation is recriminating.
