…it
takes regrouping, this odiferous undertaking, while apologetic concerning
behaviors: at casual spells, revamping perception, while realizing something
crucial: those endless seconds, founded by minutes, attempting to live with
behaviors: our nightly lemonade, our boxed in realities, our remotes set for
changes: at blurry portraits, at internal lullabies, or too saddened to leave
it behind: those palace brains, while choosing demarcations, or weary for it
hurts: to ask about emotion, to scream at feelings, or ultimately, to doubt our
reaction: our passing thoughts, over something so simplistic, where sickness
seems appropriate: indeed, our channeled islands, those repeated events, where
more than enough has transpired: our sensitive souls, our sentimental values,
our desire for something balanced….
…we ghost through life, weary concerning actions, where dear souls are
courting excuses: Cindy is misguided and
deep in pain and this is why she behaves differently: Bobby is sick and his life
was impeded and this is why he’s a misogynist: Wendy has lied and Wendy desires
love and Wendy is trying her damndest: while this answers questions, it
fails to redeem behavior, where others are suffering from said actions: those
tides are scattered, if but a simple reality, We treat others with dignity: hither, something shifts, this fleet
of dead roses, or this lonely feeling while making love: such thin water, such
muddy cries, our pits filled with rosaries….
I try to relax; but something is shifting and something needs to believe
in humans: this conundrum, where knowledge is multifaceted, as both liberating
and vindictive: our skies at motion, our earth at axioms, to inquire why many
are stagnant: as incorrigible souls, at inexorable behaviors, while demanding
fair treatment: our remotes clicking, our souls churning, or something agreeing
with mutual respect: by something testy, or something convincing, while our
children are relating to actions: our verbal rants, those verbal tools, while
Bobby is dysfunctional: this tricky reality, as needing to tell our story,
while listeners hear, but a possible
threat: this shift in life, those omitted realities, where something wasn’t
present long enough to fly…. I agree
with friendship, this mutual foundation, this respect for humanity: to train
children accordingly, (this damaged man), or to rebuild after decades of churning
forward: it becomes possible, despite, tragic disdain, despite, great
resistance: for souls are precise, this thing with classifications, while
aiding, we sense something concrete: a slight riddle, this event through time,
while college offers a firm shift: but days are long, where reality affords
responsibility, where one may study in private: as Silent Warriors, or running through libraries, or reading sutras:
while eyes receive, brains dance, where a sudden line stands forward: or days
with elders, speaking about life, laughing at something called, Wisdom: or visiting churches, tugging at
ears, or something crucial, like official help…. …to souls with powers, to life with roses,
or simplistic existence filled by complicated meanings: our days to mischief,
to desire luxuries, where youth needs preservation: our heavy hearts, reminded
of particular zones, while examining our lives: such nudging fuel, or
misappropriated ribbons, while walking through meadows: these souls in grays,
as souls in blues, where straightforward honesty might overwhelm passion: our
longing lakes, our sentimentalities, or this need to win: as lost or found, as
flying or landing, where parachutes come through friendships: or self-reliance,
our personal chalkboards, our revised second editions: to sing about love, or
to cherish an ideal, as it must live in our hearts: such gravitation, our
likeness churning our waves, while we desire something promising: our dear
vibrations, our dearer frustrations, or better, our freezing distractions: at
pure behaviors, tugged by re-knitted actions, while we realize something isn’t
connecting: our remotes itching, if but to change those channels, if but to
redeem actions…!
