Let me face it.
Without discouragement.
Or hurry to hide…
From that which I do not like.
Or might disturb me inside.
Or deny.
Let my consciousness accept,
What my eyes and head rejects.
With an openness my heart allows…
And helps me respect.
Remove my quickness to object,
A reality that may upset.
That comes to challenge my neglect,
As it is reflected.
And not to deceive myself to believe…
Truth is a perception,
That I can chose to ignore!
Turn my back on it and leave.
They socialize…And exchange between them business cards.They listen,With intent.Identifying the purpose…What to them this affair has meant!Leaving each other,Smiling big with firm handshakes.Opportunists they are…Believing they have what it takes,To establish themselves and make ‘breaks’!But when it is time,To get ‘real’ things done…They show utter dissatisfaction,Towards the working ones!As they explain in campaigns…They’re awaiting for…
Or portray in roleplay,Fits of passion…Quick and not delayed!I am quite flattered…It doesn’t matterWhat I do!Or how it is doneWhatever I do to you!But I do care about being used…And discarded as an experiment,Thrown away when you are through!Me?I like the comfort,Of discovering something new!And having it stay around with me a while…Knowing there’s no…
Misting the air with lavender…Lemon and apple scents!A normalcy believed,Is losing its grip!The flower children have returned,With peace to deliver…And incense to burn!Crazy mixed up baby boomers,Slammed by reality…And it couldn’t have happened sooner!Realizing their ‘highs’Have allowed today’s ‘lows’…Following down a path,And being lead by the nose!Waking up from their fantasies…With rusting trinkets,And nothing else…
I ask.‘What is true for me?And what isn’t?What is my task?How long is this confusion I face,Going to last? ‘I ask.‘And if I pray everyday,Will these conflicts go away?Will these burdens be lifted?How long can I expect to be afflicted,By this.’I ask.And something inside pulled me aside.I felt interrogated.As if I should be stripped bare…
To get.Accept,Flatliners!Shuffling along with barely a pulse,To indulge in promoted replusiveness.
Why is it so rarely displayed?People who succeed academically…Sometimes find it hard to mixWith those who are suppose to lackA worldly knowledge and quick wit!Those who spend their lives in books…May have minds of intelligence,But few know how to cook!Or know how to hold a conversation…Without returning an ‘all knowing’ look!With a raised eyebrow…And a…
