They mask their petty jealousies…
To hide a disguised insecurity.
And when all else fails…
They do their best to nail themselves,
Up against the wall.
Just to gain attention.
And make attempts to impede progress.
They become uncomfortable,
With anything that suggest…
A thought process required.
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You seem to be able to express yourself,
So relaxed you seem.As if you do not have a care in the world!OOOOWWW!You…you…you!Why did you stomp on my foot like that?‘Quickly…Slow deep breath in,And…release!Now,Where is that inner pain?You see…You didn’t hesitate.It came right out.And each time it gets easier.Until you are able to express yourself…With or without it!It becomes something you begin to deal…
Is it there or not?
Yet fear continues to be marketed,Without a hintIt will decline or stop.A drama created to scare with baited hate…Shows backstage antics,Of those players who manipulate!And the curiousity of the audience…Has removed them from the edge of their seats.As the director huddles with the cast and crew,To introduce ‘THREAT’ as serious…With less sweetness and a tension…
We can only become as great,
And keep nourished.With a wholesome pride uniting.We must stop any rot that occurs.Correct its decay with attention given.If we continue to dismiss it,To encourage a segment of it to bloom…With a hope that all is kept prospered,The feeding of the whole of it will not succeed…As should be.And ultimately failure becomes a noticeable entity.Leaving ambitions…
Right side of left,
Thoughts too correct,Needing to bend at times.Cycles of childhood spent,Fostering indulgences…Frozen in memories.Doing my best to let them melt,To release them from me.Being the adult,By experiences I’ve been dealt!But I can not reduce them!Too seduced.Should I be?Am I too right side of left?And too away from being centered…Where at this time,Grounded as perceivedAs the ‘me’…
Those today who speak selfishly,
Are further away in pointless distance.Their words are like mold,On stale bread.And the air of freshness from their lips…Are no longer expected.Since whatever is heard,Continues to be nonsense.Outdated and outdone is their purpose.And people like this,Have happily diminished.Voices growing and getting closer…Rejoice in a collective effectiveness.
‘Wassup? ‘
And what they’ve got!‘Hmmm, okay.’Where they travel, who their friends are,And some entertain in fancy suits…With cravats.‘Continue…I’m in the passenger seat.’And how better off they are…Than those who have not!‘You see…Right there?That’s a no no! ‘But,Why are their beliefs,Crumbling like dried leaves.And ‘if’ they are so smart…Why are their lives falling apart?‘Man…Enjoy them fools like…