Rhythmic Lamentations In A Minor Key

"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome" -Jimi Hendrix

Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Always

I have chosen
the wisest path

to walk away from your vile
venom
poison
darts
spraying freely from your mouth
as always

your words plucked so quickly
from the book of your anger
thrown about without care
as always

pointed like arrows
like airplanes
paper
targeted at me
yet you are blameless
as always

and we dance in the fire
of your narcissistic flames
where you hold the match
to the kindling
under my feet
as always

I am walking away
quietly
from your head ache
your loudness
your screaming disrespect
and you can go back to being
the victim once again
as always

Monday, May 07, 2012

Down the rabbit hole we go...

...and so she leaned
a little too far
head tilted just a tad to the left
with a question mark poised over her wondering brow
"What is in there... how far can I go?", she wondered
and stretched out a little farther
until
ultimately
she fell
down
down
deep

into the rabbit hole

poor dear

such a dolt
that one
to not have seen that coming

one would have thought
with eyes so clear
and mind so tight
the girl would have more clarity than that

ah, but alas
she again proved to be the flailing
wailing
wagging
lass of mess
tossing about into the abyss of madness

all because of her daunting curiosity
her stupidity
her dreams of betterness
getting the better of herness
now didn't it
creating this wonderful
messiness
in her cranial massiness

oaf
to trip
upon her own decisions that way
ah how we can laugh at her from the sidelines
with our teacups and biscuits
safely tucked away at the sidelines
in our secure buckled-in strapped-up locked-tight fettered placements
aren't we the winners
HA HA here we laugh
take nibbles of our sweet biscuits
take small sips of our noon teas

ignore the pleas from the hole
do not protest that it is her shouting for help
tis not she
she does not need anyone
as she is needless of helpers as helpers are helpless to help her
sip sip sup sup
yep
good
good on ya
there
goes down well yes
blinders work so well when they are used just right

there is no girl
clawing
digging
grasping to drag back up from this dark place she has become befallen to
we are sure she must like it there
she has been there so very long now
throw her a few of your biscuit crumbs
poor child
she must be hungry from all of that thrashing about and sniveling
she is really becoming quite the snottery
can't we just fill the hole
and be on our way then

back to our lives
with the whole matter done
the world would not stop rotating without this odd female
who thought it wise to try to change her perspectives and leaned too far into the world
now we must all suffer her folly
we say nay

shut her out and fill the hole
let her be and all will quiet in the rabbits burrow we say

now
pass the tea




Sunday, May 06, 2012

Not so much

It never shifts
not so much
push or pull
pray or fight
it stays

as it has been
will be

laughs at you
your constant attempts
at nothingness

all the while
nothing shifts
stays the same

mind frame
change
doesn't matter
same
same
and it's
not so much

open door
shut
shut
slammed
bang
done

who gives a fuck
laugh
there's no one there
same
slam
same
bang
fool

karma
joke
slave
slave
live it
eat it
your plate of shit
is full

she laughs
the same
as always
years
laughs
eat it
love it
same

it never shifts
not so much

some got it
some don't

when you gonna learn
you ain't got it
not so much...