I am not as kind and conscientious as I hoped I would be.
I can not be selfish to a fault.
Life has taken much and I do not know how to replace it.
These grooves feel familiar.
Comfortable and worn.
Protection is not what is offered.
So I try.
Sometimes I suceed.
Otherwise guilt gnaws at me just like the rats on my shoes.
Name is a mystery.
Personality is dull.
Past is your future.
Actions have consequences.
Kindness is immortal.
Death will haunt you.
Livelihood was destroyed.
Mother was pain.
Father was grief.
Siblings are lost forever.
Memory is no longer here.
Canceled.
Postponed.
Systems down.
Brain malfunctioning.
The body is processing the distress.
Emotions will be back online in a day.
Or two.
Maybe three….
Life is hard.
Things get difficult.
Choices need to be made.
Decisions followed through.
Others want you to push them.
You need to focus on you.
Help is asked for
not always freely given.
Especially when the help is taken advantage of
time and time again.
Crooked Stile
Walked a mile.
My cat is furious
I fixed her serious.
The chips
have no dip
about to flip.
Rhymes are dumb
Now I am numb.
Negatives come easy.
Stopping them is impossible.
Changing them into positivities is hard.
Patience and consistency are needed.
This is a very hard challenge for someone like me, whose brain short circuits at the best of times.
Awkward pauses.
Silent stares.
Unusual mentions.
Illogical leaps.
Understanding does not dawn.
Choose to leave early.
The frigid air hits the face.
Crisp and cold.
Cold enough that as the air hits you
the smell of fries and burning oil
from the nearby burger joint are amplified.
One handed
Finger slow.
Both hands
looking where to go.
Practice time and again
Faster I go
Mistakes a minute.
Thoughts of conscious always make people tremble.
Is the creature sentient?
Animal intelligence possible?
Anthropomorphizing comes naturally.
Seeing ourselves in others can be easy.
Whether it is good or bad
Our eyes see others in our light.
Saturn's Premier Poet 