GIDDY EXTREMES

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JOURNAL#18

the storms of life are often found crudely

nailed down

to the haphazard crosses of our too easily

abandoned dreams

reality is a fiercely loyal soldier to the

battlement of sanity

yet the ghosts of fear

haunt the premises of such a desolate place

as well

we never even venture out so much as to dare

the view of what such endeavor means

man continually undermines his fellow man

goes about his methodical abuse

as though any Christian clarity sewn into the

human fold were some mild poison to his own

personal form of success

when even Scrooge learned in the end

that for such gore and blatant disregard for

fellowship and good will among men

there can be no excusable excuse

as hatred and indifference only beget themselves

whether further compiled by unnatural

predisposition or not

so under the clever guise of supposed skill

man today continues to do whatever he will

he rapes, pillages, pilfers, murders and hurts

others with his wits and cunning swords

while he endures and procures mass wealth on

many fronts

far beyond his mere maddening words

his conquests and victories are complex

tapestries

sometimes woven through hostile means of

seemingly endless bouts of supreme confidence

verging on flagging self doubt

'Giddy Extremes' mark his brutal but brief

existence

unbeknownst to most

its the yet realized lessons in life that are

the salve that saves the very soul

Irony in the moment

fends for herself

while basking in the knowledge that its

usually the damned who are the most

complacent of all

the misunderstood and the deeply disturbed

tend to whole heartedly disagree with her

while their destinies play dumb.............

(June 24, 1998)










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