Abuse

Abuse

A Poem by Pablo Cole

SOME BAD PEOPLE

THEY TRY TO GET IN YOUR HEAD

THEY SAY "YOU'RE LIKE ME. YOU'RE BAD

LIKE ME"

BUT THAT IS NOT THE TRUTH 

WHY IS IT SO?

IS IT SOME SAD DESPERATION

A REACHING OUT 

OR IS IT EVIL THAT MANKIND

DAILY DOES TO 

ITSELF 

DO THEY ENVY PURITY IN OTHERS?

THEY FEEL THEY MUST BREAK OTHERS

TO SHOW THAT THEY ARE NOT ALONE 

       ~~~

EVERY DAY AFTER ANY CERTAIN ABUSE

IS A THING TO WORK ON TOWARDS HEALING

THE COMMONALITIES KEEP COMING UP 

BUT YOU ARE AN INDIVIDUAL 

AND ONLY HAVE TO LOOK AFTER YOURSELF

IT'S NOT THE FOLLY OF THE ABUSED

IT IS THE FOLLY OF THE ABUSER 

TO HURT TRUST ;

THEY CANNOT ESCAPE FROM GOD'S EYE

THE UNIVERSE KNOWS THEM TRUTHFULL AND CLEARLY 

       ~~~

AND YOU GO BACK TO THE CIRCLE OF FAMILY IF YOU'RE LUCKY

TO SEE CARE IN YOUR HEART AND A SOULFUL NEED

YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO GET IT RIGHT 

THE CALLING IS OF THE SPIRIT

RISE ABOVE THE ABUSE AND EXPLOITATION

THAT IS TOO LITTLE SPOKEN OF 

FOR MEN AND WOMEN

YOU SET UP YOUR CAMERA NOW 

POUR YOUR MESSAGE OUT IN YOUR ART

THE STORY OF ABUSE IS KNOWN IN ALL CULTURES

BUT PRAGMATIC LIFE AND ART HINTS THERE ARE HIGHER THINGS

       ~~~

AND ALSO THERE ARE THE LITTLE INCONSIDERATIONS

THAT DRIVE YOU MAD

LIFE IS A DIPLOMACY 

BE THE LOVE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD 

MAFIAS AND ARMIES 

WANT YOU TO ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES

TELL YOU WHO TO BE 

BUT CARE ONLY FOR WHAT YOU CAN DO 

LIFE IS SO WILD AND UNPREDICTABLE

AND THE ATTEMPT TO CONTROL 

THIS IS SOMETHING WE ALL REALLY SHARE

WELL I JUST WANT TO BE MYSELF 

IT IS NO COST TO OTHERS

IF MY VOICE WENT SILENT AND I COULD AFFORD NO PEN

I WILL STILL BE MYSELF 

AND DREAM MY HOPEFUL WISHES

THE PROS AND THE CONS EXIST DESPITE DESIRE

       ~~~

SOME PEOPLE WILL TRY TO GET TO YOU 

AND NOT HELP 

ABUSE IS A METAPHOR A THREAT TO YOUR FAITH

THEIR A QUESTION OF UNMEANING ABOUT DEATH AND DEATHS

INDEED TO YOUR VITALITY

THE PUSH FOR AFFIRMATOON AND RECOGNTION

IS COMMON TO US ALL 

THE FOLLY OF THE ABUSER 

IS THAT THE ABUSED IS NOT THE ABUSER

IS THAT HE IS NOT GOD TO YOU 

I SLAY THE MONSTER IN MY MIND

       ~~~

THE ONLY VICTIM IS THE ABUSED 

WHEN WE DON'T SPEAK ABOUT IT 

THE FOLLY OF ABUSERS IS 

THEY COULD HAVE AT ALL KNOWN PURE LOVE 

DON'T LET THEM GET AT YA

THIS BOOK OF ARTS AND CRAFTS

IS GIVEN FOR EVERYONE TO DEAL WITH THEIR HURTS AND GRIEVIENCES

IS GIVEN TO YOU

WONDER AT THE DRAMA OF LIFE AND THE FOLLY

AND CARRY YOUR HIDDEN WISDOM

HOW DO YO KNOW WHAT TO DO?

WHAT YOUR HEART TELLS YOU WILL MAKE A BETTER WORLD TO DO! 

"YOU GOT IT YOU CAN LIVE ON YOUR OWN NOW"

© 2014 Pablo Cole


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Pablo Cole
Pablo Cole

St. John's, Canada



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