When no smiles seem real06:07 Feb 29 2024
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What life do you live in when mouths lie,
When the only true grin fades in children's eyes,
When your solitude tricks you to see all friends,
Yet the people closest to you seem like a lions den,
No not those of water,
But those of blood and slaughter,
When you trust no one,
Can anyone really be won,
I may be a simple fool,
I may have made mistakes untold,
I may be a complete asshole unkempt,
But maybe there is lessons to be learned,
Maybe I am not as odd and outside,
A freak in my own mentality not to be burned,
But I doubt any would care for my ride,
A tale of false hope and sadness,
Where the problem is most likely my madness,
A feeling mother hen gives with violent shake,
A cry rooster looks down on for weakness staked,
The chick sat chirping being told to be silent,
When trying to impress had its siblings peck down,
Hopefully open promises are no longer empty words,
But long forgotten the loneliness and disdain shown are now sheathed swords,
Easier to make friends with the enemy who hurts,
Then ever get to know or truly be friends of worth,
No the old edges hide daggers sharp,
The old feelings like soft cords on the harp,
Deep sorrow knows only equal comments of denial,
Deep feelings are only shown contempt by venomous eyes,
Maybe I am the anchor to the new hens yacht
Or maybe just maybe I'm running from the farmers shot,
Dizzy I spin into blinding space,
Taken comments of hair and sunken face,
What am I too soft so I give jest,
Then dash on the rocks my hopes with each personhood test,
Alone I dance on the planes wing,
Holding up two to the sky,
I crow at the dawn bid them to fly,
Yet I know my own self might be their sad song to sing,
Like wings clipped on one side I ram the fence,
Still I wonder if I wasn't flying when clipped,
But who am I supposed to find Help from,
The smiles around seem cheep,
A hypocrite I can't support my own world without corporate funding,
Then I am of no use unless I can repair the sundering,
Yet I know that once fixed the same noose sits on my neck,
I always pretended it wasn't there,
But if too bold it will soon stretch,
Yet how to treat the pain like a friendly bear,
I guess doomed to trip I'll soon fail,
Just as they always said I would in tale,
But just maybe I can ride the wave,
And my own skin I might save...
Unfortunately I'm not the mastermind,
Machinations to slow to save my kind,
Soon they will say I'm mad and caught,
And just like the chicken ill be in the pot...
Sean Stutzman
COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
06:40 Feb 29 2024
excellent
Sanguinepsychreborn
05:36 Mar 08 2024
Thanks Cadre! Again hope your week and month is going well.