Life Is Tough And Then You Keep Breathing

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Inexpert at the rant, I tried

but could not seem to get the melody

clean or the timbre precise. I want

to slice fast and hard and sharply

into the object of a lot of woes. Over

and again I fail and this is how

it has gone for years.

.

Leaving the perpetrator askew

on the floor. More, bleeding

from emotional arteries and veins

with no bandage offered seems

the best course.

.

No need to keep gangrene away

from the scene. Dead batteries

mean no cell phone to call 911.

Only your sweaty hand and the smoke

from the guilty gun is what I

am trying and failing not

to mean.

.

To be a believer and follower

of anything means hurt and harm

are proscribed. Walking and working

in world strife is hard when mostly

pain induced from perpetually

exhibited ill will.

.

Each day you wake up and start

by cleaning the dirt off your shoes

and skin. Slate almost clean, you

walk back into what life you find

available. Meaning here for you

is not always kind.

.

Seek and find every demon you

can imagine. When the mind

and emotions are tuned to ugliness,

ill sent notions born of fire

presume you need to walk

among such hordes.

.

Beware what you seach out, there may

be consequencea and repercussiona.

But, we all know I'm preaching

to the choir. If not before now,

now, or soon, in time you will

live what I mean.

.

allets

10-24-15

226p

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hang in there SSmoothie. ~Stella~

 

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and_hera_met_zeus's picture

awww :(

the inability to write a truly vicious rant is probably a sign of your natural sweetness and optimism.  i only have a few really vicious writes, and none of them made me feel good in the long run (they sit there like evidence of past evil), but i guess they made me feel a little better at the time.  hang in there.

 

one more thing, sometimes, the very nicest people have to say the least to get their point across.  when you get a reputation for mild mannered sweetness and you fo finally get mad, everyone automatically wants to know what happened to piss u off just cuz it's so weird.  my friend's mom was like that.  ("you pissed HER off??!! omg what did you do??!!!) lol

allets's picture

Not Autobiographical

Just another portrait poem - sweet? me? ok & thanks. It's poetry, nothing else - Stella -


 

 

SSmoothie's picture

Wow ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ awesome.I guess

Wow ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ awesome.

I guess the anger has to go somewhere even Jesus turned over the tables in the temple. When the harm is on the greater good it is very frustrating, from anger grows changes and resolution. Let's hope peace of mind reigns. Beautiful piece thank you so much touched me deeply. Tight hugss Ss


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

allets's picture

Here's to us!

The survivors!