To understand their dissensions,
Without becoming offended
By its appearance.
To mend and end them.
There would be less conflict,
And more tolerance…
Of which they prove there is none.
Just as perceptions have no clarity of depth…
They are left believing,
Their self righteousness trimmed with arrogance…
Is sought instead of rejected!
And this is defended.
Until a quality of life with its isolated inequities,
Ends!
Without a shred of truth pursued!
And the more of that we share…The better off we will be!Think about it.Don’t you feel better already?It’s a weight lifted off my shoulders,I know that!
Those who impose upon themselves and others,Restricted wishes…To see the World that is,With realities observed quickly dismissed.I do hope things work out for them,Who choose to live in ‘comfort zones’Scented in marmalade, lilac and peppermint mists.And cuddled within mindsets,Absent of truths to deal with.With choices to erase from themselves,All signs of conflict.
And the way we live…In the pursuit of less conflict,Is insignificant?What few with ‘pull’ and ‘balls’With injurious intentions for all…Collected to connect,To upsetWith disturbing peacelessness?More obvious and demean.More of this rise in hatred seen.And…More of a correctness comes to intervene.It is yet seen,But comes.And for those who see it coming closer,It shows.Who decided how we…
With non-alcoholic beverages.That’s the politically correct thing to do,To eliminate the stench of booze…From the halls of justice!And perhaps the screwing will end too!
To bring with it a flow of tears.This isn’t for you,That this is done.This is for me…To heal ‘my’ grieving.Not for you to say…‘Let go of it,And it will go away! ‘It isn’t what you think it is.A somber mood,To bring with it a flow of tears.This is what I need and wish!To feel every…
My mother.‘Boy, why are you staring at me? ‘~Ma, you are so pretty! ~‘Okay, what do you want?I don’t have any more money,For you to buy another 45.’I use to ‘stay’ in Roz Records.It was a music store,Not far from our apartment in Bellevue Square.On Canton Street.In Hartford, Connecticut.I remember my first 45…‘There Goes My…
