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humour Poetry

Problems with *insert starsign of choice*

You all are a bunch of
schizophrenic indecisive
enigmatic selfish hungry
insatiable unbalanced
malacting and cunning
idiotic, serious, rarely funny
absent humour, feigning grace
with your sloppy lies and messy place
completely missing the point
can’t handle booze or joint
dazed by your own reflection
beating Gemini’s narcissistic cares
obsessed with non-existent principles
confused why your vision’s not shared
victims of your own making!
at every opportunity, flaking!
discovered again and again faking!
When will you learn?
When will you stop blaming?
The world cannot gaslight your dreams
they are too impermanent it seems
you name your self-sabotage treason
and find yourself standing alone
rotting on your psychic throne
but when you’re proved wrong again
no responsibility is dared to be taken!
I hate to write and post this rant
but my mind is maddened with this chant
I know for this appearance I’ve created cause
so I say: can we just PAUSE
our delusions feel real and so we blame
instead of realizing we’re the same
water into water, madness into madness
air into air, you’re filled with sadness
name your grief and let it go
and build the courage and strength to know
you must open your heart
to the world that wounded you
let your nasty feelings depart
so you can be better too

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Poetry

Rivulet

How many times can I be
ripped open and restuffed
before the fabric can’t be resewn
before there is no thread to stitch
before I can’t be mended

How many times can a friendship break
before it must be ended 

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Poetry

confusing conditions

built to be broken
 & cracked down to dust
born to be suffered
     offend and break trust
invented to abscond
 tried to be trashed
   told to fuck off
     & thrashed for a laugh
samsara’s play buckles
          pulls out all the stops
the audience participation
          wallops a good punch

nonsense and dream world
          collide innocent
how do awful things ripen?
can we prevent one torment?

it hurts so we harden
it pricks so we hack
               all beauty to pieces
        even though it doesn’t last
                                     on its own

what pride can be held
    in accomplishing the same
         as time does with no effort
              robbing us of each name
revenge becomes pointless
    as our hearts become stone
I press, we must realize our mind
‘cause I can’t take this pain
                   all apparent losses
    grief felt again and again

all relationships tarnish
      all chaos lets loose
I thought this time was different
      and so volunteered for the noose
but from this redundant perspective
      it’s so easy to see
I was built to be broken
    & caged to be freed