Indignation rules the creative outfield of my
mirrored spirit's judgment
and I know now that everything I view from such a
distorted angle is not clearly seen as it was originally
meant
in the crossfire of such sad yet sickened thoughts
an incorrect message gets invariably sent
and I'm left looking for not only what is exactly wrong
but also just where it went
I can't seem to let go of my saddened soulful self with
any form of ease or writer's grace
instead that Titan I like to call tenacity steps in
forcing my hand of choice like an undeserved slap
in the face
the metaphoric me stands back in sophomoric denial
refusing to accept anger's crudely put point in its
own personal perspective
by refusing to take the unasked for advice it so often
likes to give
soon every vestige of hostility will come to an abrupt
grinding halt
when each facet of the perplexed personality comes
to the end realization that when one member of the
collective unit creates havoc its not only its judgment
but the entire system's fault
but such rare recognition can hold no real fitting form
for even a simpleton knows that you have to first be
able to sail the ship before you can expect to weather
the storm................
( written May 17, 1992pm)