If I hold the world in contempt
And promote hatred with my words
And with actions and decrees,
But I donate money
That does some good,
Is that reason to respect me?
Category Archives: Poetry
If I Hold the World in Contempt
Adulthood
Questions without answers
Guidance without trust
Work without advancement
Debt without results
Fear without solution
Stress without relief
Voices without plans
Faith without belief
Mindless Puppet
They pluck your strings so expertly.
They wind you up like toys.
Until these grown adults become
Unruly girls and boys.
Their inflammatory language
Manipulates your fears.
Must you stay a mindless puppet
Or can you keep your reason clear?
Blocked
The front is blocked by pain.
The back is barred by pride.
The left and right are long-closed doors
And none can see inside.
Of Silence
One is warm and welcoming
It speaks of comfort
Of understanding and love
One is chill and frightening
It speaks of danger
Of strange presences and hatred
Is it the air? The lights or scents?
Or is it a sense of the soul?
Imagination run riot?
Or an edge that keeps you whole?
Deprived of Tinder
A circle long doused.
Among the sodden cinders
Lurks a spark,
Strong and steady,
Deprived of tinder:
Unquenchable
Bite after Bite
Bite after bite
Of tasteless, worthless hatred
Stuffed into the mouth
By cold, callous hands.
Over-sated and un-pleasured,
The stomach screams.
But those unflinching hands
Shovel on.
Constantly Recording
Constantly recording, whatever your will,
The body learns: sights, sounds, and smells.
From whatever makes you ill.
Pain of body, mind, and heart lives on
Far past the time it should.
Brought back by sights or sounds or smells
The body learned for good.
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