social media

Said everything I could,

well, that’s in my head.

Wanted empathy,

received jokes, malice

Some shot spears into me.

I tasted a bitter astonishment,

as I gathered up the pieces left.

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John 3:17

Sledgehammer

taken to the wall,

fragments fly.

Inside cold,

black with mold,

termites and larvae;

maybe the random

disease carrying mouse

bolts in fear.

The point not to destroy

or tear down for its own sake-

newly constructed wall,

my new heart.

He came not with the purpose of

condemnation,

but to rebuild entirely.

Save the wall,

a new life in this house.

Don’ t hold my torch up
In idealistic ignorance-
There are no pink scars on your hands
Like mine.
Your tears from your
Romantic compassions
Aren’t from empathy,
I am not your project,
I am not your mission.
Let the barbs pierce your heart,
Tender love bleeding from the opening,
Then we will fight together.

Struggle with the solidified

root of bitterness,

flowering in its time-

bursts of orange, red, blue firework fury

without the fireman,

hose in hand, to saturate

rage.

Prayers to be enveloped, soothe

the path of forgiveness;

somehow understanding’s

penetration gives permission

to cancel the debt.

 

Impatience

Long, uneven fingers

adapted to nails

reaching over fingertips

can type 200 words a minute;

quick, harsh, glib statements

posted over social media.

Strange patience

with your furry yarn

stitch in, stitch in,

so many repetitions-

anger on standby

even when the knots are

malformed, fail.

There is Nothing New

Bright-eyed

passion

for the new!

Jewel discovered by the youth-

the treasures the cynical seek

have been under their noses!

Progressive titles get the cheer,

the raised fist

with rapidly pounding hearts,

nod of approval

unbidden tears-

golden veneer over the recycled

solutions

will peel someday.

The bar was set high

As youth’s waxing zeal dictated;

Beige shutters closed

On compassions cries

Years ago.

unfiltered dreams

steal over your gaze,

silk veil brushing

hot cheeks-

subconscious unchecked;

reality willingly distorted.

comfortless

Skin numb hide,

Heart frozen to just the moment in pain, put on

hold,

the intellect speaks it’s monotone

whisperings, platitudes;

coax out emotions

buried to a primitive

safe in the limbic system.

Sometimes, there are no words,

no songs, no warm touches to comfort.