Sunday, March 23, 2025

Stomach This Tripe ~ Sunday, March 23, 2025

To abjure belief and renounce this faith
old feelings disappear, a second chance

arguments to the contrary arise
beyond reason, I decompose, a wraith
jolly spirit to smile before deceit
underneath vigilance presides, a glance
recognizes the need to share surprise
even though perfidy sullies a scent

beneath the appearance of mere conceit
endure what cannot be foreseen past hope
linger, not too long, on notions of grace
invent a new language based on the scope
engaged in a fleeting moment, eyes trace
fidelity in a mirror, time spent

actively pursuing power and might
negates forgiveness towards perjury
denial of purity within conscience

releases nobody, blindness in sight
equates vision as sensation in dreams
no one knows the history of fury
obligations to persist seem so dense
up until a dew drop falls to the grass
nervous to appear normal around screams
created by memories of childhood
emerge inside my head as sounds unheard

try not to burn the forest for some wood
honor what was lost, what appears absurd
instances chase after what comes to pass
study others for the self to observe

fatuous arguments stroke donkey ears
anger builds to a pitch within disease
ignite the solution, turn as to swerve
towards the target, move away, as fears
haunt the future no more, down on my knees

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