What Needs To Be Said
I walk up to the mike and everyone stares. Japanese, Venzuelan, Egyptian, Russian, Senalgese, everyone watchs, ear buds assisting with the transmission. There is only static as the translators wait for me to speak. I take a deep breath and they lean in, waiting for an earth-shattering revelation.
"You're all fucking insane."
I walk off as seven billion people stare at my back in horror.
Grey matters
When you woke up this morning. You woke to this. Why?
When you woke up this morning. You looked in my eyes.
When I told you I loved you. Brought tears to your eyes. Call those tears of joy. As all others. A lie.
When you woke up this morning. I woke to. We lye. With smiles most often doing little to try.
Telling silly little riddles to capitulate. Why. Just to turn around and aggravate. The recipient sighs.
A sound heard too often Just exacerbates. Deny?
Deny yourself the truth. That they may not be. Done.
Looking for others to?
Someday with run.
That they would not be willing. To lay amongst.
So lie you trust, to keep the peace. Itʼs chilling.
Chilling to think.
Without ignorance.
In a blink. It all comes into focus.
Destroying like locust. All you thought to aspire. That which did invoke this. Diatribe of desire.
What's left after fire?
A flicker. A flame.
" Where there's smoke"some do say.
Others bitter disdain.
Check yourself ! Have no pity. Something better left for others.
Which is why I do not?
Do what?
Things for others.
If it's seen so as such. It's perceived so as thus.
Do trust though. I do so.
For self not for others.
For the feeling it gives me. Not for those found in others.
The matter. I'd rather. To gather myself.
The wealth of which lyes in my own mental health.
Disputable always by any who care.
To share own opinion. Not fare for. What's fair?
Are you the lone un reproachable soul. Left to extol. Without contempt. Never to consent to? A life full of learning.
The worth of things yearning.
You lack any knowledge for young ones discerning?
I'm sorry ears burning?
Though rightfully so.
My own thought inferior. Meek. Apropos.
if you see them, run a-way
Unicorns,
Their heads adorned,
With pointy, spiraling tusks,
Often walk
With chicken stock—
"Because," I'm told, "they must."
Merry-maids,
Who serenade,
Their splishy-splashy tails,
Play the drums
On tummy-tums,
Avoiding injured scales.
Yeti-squirrels,
Wearing pearls,
Never eat potatoes
They go to flicks
& wink at chicks,
Feeding them tomatoes.
Unicorns,
Merry-maids,
& Yeti-squirrel mirages,
Just exist
In perfumed mists
& live inside garages.
They litter minds
& orange peel rinds,
Causing palpitations.
Closing schools
& indoor pools,
All across the nation.
So if you see
These twiddle-dees,
Run the other way.
Otherwise
You'll hurt your eyes,
& end up just like me.