Confusion in Normalcy

We do seek it, in our every day,

wake up, stare into the sunlight,

recognize a world begins today

what we do forever then might

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hold a key to our solemn vow

to be true to our singular heart

without realizing we cannot allow

our lives to become torn apart.

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For I do every now and again

decide to trust my instinct

and yet every time another when,

a moment riddled and succinct

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greets me along the avenue,

I decide to steer rather close,

I like the edge of any venue

sets my life in motion. To lose

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everything would be to suggest

all of our efforts are pointless

yet somehow we survive lest

we be called more human less.

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I do feel exhaustion when spent

in this mechanical body I rent.

Rest Awhile

The man told me,

under no circumstance

can we live this way.

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Think about nothing at all,

how would it hurt,

if for any few minutes of your day,

ya just check out,

decide not to,

figure leave it to later,

somebody else.

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Ever want to stop trying

to listen, play, respond

to the insidious nature

of trying to be,

within the constraints of

society’s blues.

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What might be delightful to you,

is someone else’s cue

to find a battle

deep within their soul;

that place that though,

nobody goes,

seemingly tucked away,

preserved pity,

everyone finds.

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So maybe

at the end of the rope,

we could try a different angle,

perhaps letting the slack,

remain instead of the constant

taught fragments of indecision,

those that scream.

just when everything,

comes together in a most

significant way –

that special bond of hell.

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Perhaps we just came here

to rest awhile …

hours later.

So Tired Is Wakeful Wish

When we want what we cannot discover,

that part of our lives we tend to shatter

when simple acceptance might be rather

more easily attained than that challenge.

Have you watched the human being

quiet in their own repose alone soft

hearted and soulful with each glance.

Have you realized that the tiresome eyes

they provide our own visual record

might simply become the same fatigue

we all try to ignore, try to pretend away.

yet, when last we spoke of finding more

hours in the day, we were earnest with our

quest to plan our way more logically,

and yet again, well, glance at midnight.

The moonlight wanes this evening after

a weekend of brilliance to accentuate our

lives in a festive, explosive celebration.

Well that time is then, and today begins now.