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TWISTED FROM THE SICK
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JOURNAL # 41 casual observation
has gradually informed me
some have sick and twisted lives
but others have grown
twisted from the sick
a strange realization
so much writing
yet so little
usable wick
I'm nobody's judge
but a pervasive sameness
steadily comes across
my carefully scanning eyes
some live life angry at
the entire world
damn near all the time
while others refuse
to live at all
putting the smallness
of their skewed lives
on some indefinite hold
I don't have the words
to heal such
sightless wounds
love is balm
but the wrong sort of love
I know from experience
can be more so cruel
I choose to count my blessings
and pray for those who
have charged me wrong
hate I won't tolerate
I just move on
forgiveness is a coat of
unblemished beauty
if only one chooses to
slip it on to wear
through any heavy
snow storm
the length of ones' living
becomes an informative,
yet scenic journey
hear with your ears
but always listen
with your heart
for truth never shouts
it only whispers quite near
and just when everything
else around you starts
falling hopelessly apart...........
(Sept. 4, 2011 745pm)
