Raises an eyebrow of suspicion.
One who is new in a town with small minds,
Will always find conversations familiar
And many people who seem related…
In one way or another.
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Please…
To gaze upon and read,My poetry.And quote…In notes.How it left you charmed,Or provoked.Please…I beg of thee.To gaze upon and read,My poetry.‘Fantastic’ comments I accept.Even nit picking critics…Aren’t rejected at this love fest.Please…I beg of thee.To gaze upon and read,My poetry.It is,After all…Spiced with juicy drippings!Please…I beg of thee.To gaze upon and read,My poetry.And quote…In notes.How…
I hear you when you say,
And that I do not dispute.However…It seems as if it is after the fact,That you do it!You mean well?And if it was truly meant…None of your excuses,You would put me through.And this you do too often,For me to keep any confidence in you.You mean well?For and to ‘whom’ has this been proven?Since there is nothing…
If you intend to live your life enjoyed…
Live it without the need of approval.From those trying to conceal,Their envy and jealous attachments.And whoever chooses a need to seek acceptance?To what extent is the convincing of this done?And is the purpose to live one’s life?Or…Is one seeking to be validated?And by which standard is the measuring?Based upon…What?Values?Whose?Those unemployed,And receiving government assistance?Or,Those employed receiving…
Isn’t always a ‘they’ involved?
We blame as a resolve.To escape our guilts…And flaws,With the pimples and the blemishes.Isn’t it always a ‘they’ involved?Some unknown entity to blame.When something ‘affects’ our peace?And that monster inside of us heats.We seek places to go…To get it whipped and/or beatened.Either for the attention of it…Or to satisfy masochistic pleasures.Which is it?And it is…
At one time I cared less,
And how they were expressed.I was too busy collecting ‘things’Believing they would bring me a happiness.At one time I perceived,My needs were different than yours.I thought of life as a contest…And doing whatever I could to win,Regardless of any suffering you did…Behind ‘your’ closed doors.That was a problem ‘you’ had,I chose to ignore.At one time…
Deplete not from me,
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…