Tag: introspection

bookmark_borderOpt

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You missed,
Calling me a pessimist,
For I opt,
To be an optimist,
But, that doesn’t mean,
I should close my eyes,
To the mean scene.
Nooooo…
I should scrutinize,
Realize,
And, materialize.

Create the love,
With a kid’s glove,
Gentle,
On the mental,
As we progress,
Though our regression,
Success,
Instead of depression.

Though it makes no sense,
The human presence,
Wants to go that way,
It hasn’t been a matter,
Of what I say,
I can point to the evidence,
Showing them the tatter…
But, it doesn’t seem to matter!

It’s easy now,
To see,
What we want to be.
Somehow…
I’ve found,
We got turned around.

On closer inspection,
Does anyone notice,
We’re headed,
In the wrong direction?

On introspection,
Is our justice,
What’s dreaded,
We just lack the diction?

We’re not apt,
To adapt,
Quick enough,
I’m not saying, “Tough!”
Rather,
Let’s get it together,
So, we don’t sacrifice,
Innocence.

We may choose,
For us to lose,
But, should we impose,
Our view,
On those,
Who are without blame?
I’m asking you…
’cause that’d be a shame.

bookmark_borderPrerogative

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Here I am…
Is it predestined?
Will I eat steak,
Or ham?
Have I no choice?

Yet, I know,
I can raise my voice,
Sure, I can take,
But, I can grow,
To give, too.

What about you?
Do you choose,
Where you go?
Or, are you asleep,
At the wheel?

How deep,
Do you feel?

Is it fate,
To hate?
Is my destiny,
To cause injury?

If you say,
“That is the way.”
Then, why bother,
Going through the day,
If it doesn’t matter,
How you play?

My will is free,
Completely,
It is I,
Who determines,
How hard,
I try.

It is man’s,
Prerogative,
As to how,
He will live.

It would be a shame,
To take away blame,
By saying he has no freewill,
To help save,
Or, decide to kill.

It’s never fate,
To hate…
Wouldn’t you say,
That’s no way,
To behave?

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infancy, n:

infancy, n:
The period of our lives when, according to Wordsworth, “Heaven lies
about us.” The world begins lying about us pretty soon afterward.
— Ambrose Bierce

Do you fancy,
Infancy?
Do you sense,
The innocence?

Though not able to stand,
Living in the promised land,
Though not able to speak,
Representing the meek,
Does it sound wild…
Coming from something so mild?

Ahhh… through the eyes of a child,
You can see,
The way it’s suppose to be,
Through the heart of a child,
You’re in heaven,
Oblivious to the sin,
You live within.

Why leave this stage?
Why try to age?
It escapes me,
Why one wouldn’t fancy,
Infancy?

bookmark_borderAlright Already

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Refrain:
Keep in sight,
We just might,
Be all right.
Alright?
All right!

Please… no, no, don’t lose sight,
Life doesn’t have to be that hard!
Why kick, scream n’ fight?
Life doesn’t have to be that hard!
You can make it easy enough,
This is no bluff,
Life doesn’t have to be that hard!

Discard —
The need to dwell,
Over what can’t be undone,
Looking backward,
Is awkward,
I search forward,
For someone,
Living in a hell,
Asking for hellp.

As I ease their pain,
I lessen my strain,
Acting as grease,
For letting in ease,
And, our lives aren’t so hard.

Play the card,
Life doesn’t have to be that hard!
Lower the guard,
Life doesn’t have to be that hard!
Let in the light,
It will be alright,
All right!
Alright already?
All right!

bookmark_borderNo (k)Not

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Thought everything,
Was going fine,
’til I took an overview,
Of introspect.

What did I expect?
To escape what’s due?
So, I thought I’d sew,
A stitch in time,
And, fix that,
Which I call mine,
Pulling the needle through,
But… what?!!?!
The thread,
Has no knot,
Though I’ve racked my head,
Now I know,
There’s nothing,
I can do,
No. Not…
A single thing,
Within view.

Thought everything,
Was going fine,
’til I took an overview,
Of introspect.

With due respect,
You’re a cause, too,
Peering in my window,
It is you,
Casting a shadow,
So, if you don’t mind,
I hope you’ll be kind,
And, let the light shine through?

Then, give me a hand,
With a thing of two?
It appears all,
Has come undone,
So, just for fun,
I’ll try to settle,
Our balance due,
And, though it may seem sublime,
I’ll try to sew a stitch in time!

Thimble to needle,
Push, push, pull,
But, once past the sticking point,
The thread,
Just keeps passing,
Unhindered,
Continuing,
Because the filament,
Has no knot,
Surely, this was not meant…
Not meant to be,
The end of me.

Will the stars anoint,
Will my soul be led,
Can I conjure,
Our deus?
“Ohhhh… please help us!
And, ensure,
My head is fed,
With a settlement.”

No. Not to beg for help,
That was not my plan,
No. Not to squeal and yelp —
A pathetic (little) man,
No. Not to beg for mercy,
For what we’ve done,
No. Not to wince in fear,
Trembling from anxiety,
No. Not to shed a tear,
Over my self-pity,
No. Not no.
Uh Oh…
No.
Not no.

bookmark_borderHow About Myself?

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You don’t stink much,
How ’bout me?
We don’t think much —
Unfortunately.

How about myself?
How ’bout me,
Is my offense stealth,
baby Or does it bury?
Do I flow sooooooo…
You’re up to your eyes?
Do I know so,
And, just compromise?
Compromise the principle,
And, claim “’cause I’m simple!”

You don’t stink much,
How ’bout me?
Your hole smells fine,
How ’bout mine?
We don’t think much —
Stupidity