As Part of the Struggle

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As Part of the Struggle

 

Thought is defeating.

Why keep on beating?

This child,

This adolescent,

Only just teething.

 

Who gives instructions?

For another’s destructions?

Wanting to go back,

Thwarted.

By human obstructions.

 

Regret.

Poison.

The diet of youth.

Sexual,

Emotional,

Recall his abuse…

 

His heart wants its justice,

It’s gavel of hate.

Weighs on his soul,

His heart palpitates.

 

Fear.

The response.

To his unexpectations.

Dis-recreations.

Incarcerations.

Get off.

 

This merry-go-round of dysfunction.

Descend to the dungeon,

Darkly lit luncheon.

All he knows.

 

All he’s come to know, rightly.

Prays fervently nightly,

His eyes are unsightly.

Fault him?

 

Accept him?

Pure, unabashed?

Unrecognizable,

Soothed, unharrassed?

A difference.

 

What a difference a day makes.

High stakes,

Cease fakes,

Late morning tide wakes.

And with it…

 

The ebb and flow of 8 billion share holders,

Once were a lot bolder,

Warming their hearts now

Allowing

For minds to grow colder.

 

A new perspective.

 

Extending a hand,

A plan,
Bridge over the sand,

To stand.

 

Alone in the clan,

Waiting for others,

To grasp a firm hand,

A fan,

A likeminded man.

And breathe.

 

Consider.

Thoughts are a cold selfish fiend.

Hearts a blur,

Too soft and too blind,

Unbidden by time

The sign.

 

Of a good human being,

A good lock and keying

A good weigh of seeing.

The true-blown experience.

 

Is shut one’s eyes,

And exercise.

That muscle,

That instinct,

That internal eye wink.

Quicker than minds think,

Brighter than hearts pink.

Recognize your fellow life,

Sans misdeed and sans the strife.

 

For he is not the first to wander,

You should know.

Carry memories in tow.

Close your eyes and bear his blows,

You feel it.

 

Strengthen,

Lengthen,

Stretched for,

Yanked thin.

Your instinctual muscle.

 

Decipher the puzzle,

Bite through the muzzle,

Go ahead.

Learn you his lessons,

Eternal,

As part of the struggle.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[therisa]

I wonder how many people, whom have closed minds would understand the message, which you eloquently write about. As a person, whom often judged because I am, a Transsexual, this poem really speaks, in a commanding tone, of acceptances and understanding. Thank you, for sharing this, with us.

[MAC]

wow this piece and the message shines in this form. if taking on the current "ills" of society the reach is far greater with this format. excellent write! always a wonderful thing to stumble upon a talented writer.

[Hatchling]

Love it!!! Good job

[GioVonnie]

Amazing. I could read this all day, literally. The rhyme and rhythm is inspiring to me, my favorite way to write. Nice Job.

[Lindsay]

a piece about suspending judgments and societal norms in favor of the shared human experience.

[Jody Medland]

I really like this, Lindz.

Reading your stuff, you seem like such a tortured sould with so much to say. What's interesting is that your stuff makes me want to know YOU more and it's rare that writing does that to its audience.

[KAREN]

A nice poem and very readable! Good job!

[Christopher.Holmberg]

This is a remarkable poem. Send me more requests!

[C-Trainer]

Lindsay, I'm blown away. Ridiculously Amazing. Quit your day job and keep writing.

[Nothing Personal]

Absolutely top draw poetry. Ranks amongst the top 1% poems i have read on Writer's Cafe. Fiercely Original. Wonderfully paced.And i love when people use loose formats specially the idea of using a series of words. Really great work. And i haven't even started talking about the theme. It seemed like a fight for existentialism but i know this poem is beyond that label. I love what you wrote here. Thanks for sharing. Really AWESOME !!