(untitled)

regrets are not things we choose
nor are the lies we strangle ourselves with
trust is so easy to lose
and the meanings of lovely
words and phrases are lost in translation
from our hearts to our mouths.
frustration,
is easily bred by the corporations
of our warped society.
to think all of this and pull it off
with such propriety
is challenging enough that most break
under the pressure. breaking points
are much easier to write about than to
cope with; the give-and-take
kinder as a thought than an action.
written out, copied down
formulized and equalized
equations and fractions,
all words used to describe and carefully sort
the world into manageable bite-sized pieces.
but in the end we just contort
our vision and ways of thinking
into what they tell us is normal.
everyone works under a dictator.
for some it’s the ‘government’; for others, their ‘god’
young ones and their parents; employers and their ‘workers’
maybe they are all slaves to one who lurks
in the shadows of their best dreams
and in the nightmares that make
their ears ring from their blood-curdling screams.
if so, I know what it is.
none other than the feeling that can
cheerfully claim poems, songs
death and everything in between.
a lovely concept comprised of sweet words
and sweeter lies that don’t quite hide their bad intentions.
they fall on the ears of the true
believers, turned into an obscene
way of twisting arms behind backs.
now, it is the magnifying glass that
some cruel force uses to fry us with.
it lulls you into a false sense of security
with the sole purpose of ridding you of your propriety
and opening a rift
between You and Them.
lovely tricks to kill the messenger and the traitor.
lovely love and its lovely murders.

Author's Note

what do you think of the ending? (from "none other than the feeling..." to the end)

Reviews

[Michael]

trust is so easy to lose. Not only easy to loose, but the hardest thing to build. One of the hardest things to do.

This piece of art is truly great. I like it very much.