When someone changes because they are more like you than who you perceived them to be and your response is hatred, not acceptance, you will be held accountable. When you voice your hate announcing that your heart holds no truths, you will be silenced. The bravest people we encounter don’t fear who they are, they live their truths, despite how you attempt to conform them to your sense of normalcy. When you mask your fears instead of searching inside yourself for meaning and understanding you become more visible than you could ever imagine. The monster we all see is you, not the person who has searched within themselves and has the strength to reveal what they see to the rest of us. Because of their strength your weakness attempts to fight back, attacking innocence and feeding your rage. Consequence will hush you, but only acceptance will truly free you.

Persona non grata

Persona non grata Head strong, full heart, bearer of truth. Clowns run their circus with precise illusion. Entertainment is the namesake of appeasement. Bringing order to chaos. Dare to defy and let chaos paint the wall. Kowtow they demand, but I will not bend. I stride for purpose and voice my will. Pushed aside for not falling in line. The fascist regime hushing my screams. In a fairer world perhaps, but art will lift me away, while others are chosen to bear the weight of the ordinary.

Entitlement

When images of violence seek to promote safety, the harsh reality shakes me. When the core is heated the mantle of flesh suffers. A day does not mend a lifetime of betrayal. I have been paired with inadequate teachers, for far too long. A overcharge from ramblings becomes a mockery of itself. If the council is incapable of sight, I’d rather flee than fight. Opportunities are endless. My talent inexorable. The modest times are as ancient as the keeper of a time stone long dead. I have been lumped with the common, a sir name attached that is as unfitting to me as it is to a queen. It is time I tip my crown to these perpetrators and bid them good day. I shall close the door the wizard has marked and disappear through the center of his smoke rings. This is how adventure begins and humdrum ends.

with pen sword in hand

Another day met with adversity, shocked by only my surprise of it 

The gate is undoubtedly strait, as Henley put it

Perhaps I’ll forge on, or forge my credentials, as to gain a proper standing

Perhaps some unfortunate bloke will pay me for this sheet of paper, and its inhabitants

Perhaps I will return to the island of indifference, where my social standing wades with the comings and goings of the tide

An unforeseen Greek tragedy will make me laugh, 

And one day, the world will seek my epitaph 

a moment with a pen

He asked if I was writing War and Peace

Fool, I am writing a piece of the war, or living it perhaps…

With that nudge, I still won’t budge, so here are a few words to hush the void

Silence the truth, that time has been anything but kind

The rain refuses all requests for reprieve, depression is all I conceive

On the rarest of sunny days, my mind tells the stories my hands fail to write, and then come the mornings of anguish and writing unnecessary bits for monetary scraps

On this mother's day, I swallowed some eggs made by others, but the day is still not mine, it hasn’t been in such a long time, all I ask is that the sun does what I must each day, put in the work regardless of pay

Writing would ease my pain and soften the woe, but the misery refuses to go

Swallow your sugar and chew it too, for happiness is lost within you, until the bright bitch in the sky returns without an apology and once again gives you life

The City

Scribbled bits of shit,

This wall smells of piss,

Don’t eat a single thing until you emerge from this subterfuge of supposed humanity

Back to the grasslands and plastic toilet cans, out of the gutters we flee, a slice of pizza for prosperity   

how to properly loath someone

I hate you because I can, I’m old enough to know I can, you are older, not wiser, uglier, yes, and a bore at length.  

Do not presume I will fill in for you on occasion.  

My occasions are full and out shine your dull persona.

I’ve mended all of your mistakes in the past, but now I mount my accomplishments alongside your wrongdoings.  

Your greatest treasures include a musician and a child in need of haircut.

I am bored and you are purposeless.

Get out of my chair, strange odd woman with unkempt hair.

These are all for you, the days you asked me to sacrifice, the days of my life I cannot replace, take them and may the weight of them bury you.