To claim involvement?
How is it possible to own reactions…
But not invest any knowledge,
Of participating in the created unrest?
As if that finger pointing,
Is unattached to the one recognizing fault!
How is that done by someone…
Who attacks another for exposing,
An emotion returned that was equally matched!
How is it possible to lay blame,
And not profess to be near…
To claim involvement?
And how can anything be solved,
When someone hurt is on the prowl.
As a child I did those things.And imagined myself,The center of the universe.You have no idea Who comes ‘first’In my life now for me.To make what you do…The amusing acts of a fool!I notice them,And that is all I can offer you.But to delay my journey and assigned tasks?They are not in your control.If I…
Not trying to be too involved…Or considered too concerned.Not about ‘worldly’ things,That is.There is a comfort supplied in the not knowing of things!Now they want to know what is going on?And why things are the way they are.And when are ‘they’ going to correct ‘their’ problems! ?For them!The ones who are satisfied in the not…
Would your eyes twinkle as bright?Before foreplay,And a passionate night!You now have such a viagralust…You make me wonderWhat is done when I am away!I remember the days of your faking.Back when you said my performances,Were then heartbreaking!And just ‘okay’!Now I notice more pills are used.And new sox appearing I do not use!I think there is…
Give it up.Give it up.You don’t think that it’s tasty,But you…Give it up.Give it up.You cook up a good pot pie!You don’t need to try,To do any harder.And when it is done,Folks sigh!Your pot pie.Doesn’t leave a dry eye…‘Cause it’s good.Like your mama’s.It’s good.It’s good.It’s good…Like your mama’s.It’s good.It’s good!You don’t think that you do…
Stalled.And now they wish to push their ignorance to new limits.Since their selfish way of life…Has been severely for them,Diminished.They still choose to refer to ‘them’ as ‘those’.With every need they had from ‘them’…Stolen.Gold and oil and treasured gems.All of it belonging to ‘those’ and not ‘them’.And all their interests…Has been for them to pick…
That makes one grieve.That part of it that seems to sit,To drive pain into a heart without novocaine.No matter how long the screaming is done for it!With a heartbreaking that never leaves.I’ve come to love and appreciate life.Even that part of it that muddies my boots.That part where BS has to be dealt with and…
