The more ultimatums we accumulate and endure
Voices dictating to us who we are
Be it friend, self, or foe
Past, present, or future
These boulders bear upon beleaguered braun
The eyesight we see this world through
Becomes tarnished, jagged, bloodshot like a rusty mirror mounted firmly upon self-reflection
Reckoning isn’t a salve, and knowledge is as practical as a blanket in the desert
Sure, we acknowledge our sweltering brow, we congratulate ourselves fully
On solid granite – Upon a strongly-crusted surface
But our memories still run aground black sands..
Our minds and bodies become destructive filth
These hands an explosive force
This mouth a detonator
Billowing excremental jargon
About some cliché happy-go-lucky ideological phraseology
That we tell ourselves to live within to be regarded as lovable, respected
Understand what the truth is
There is no tomorrow in this steel cage with these chips on your shoulders
and that everybody's life expectancy is zero eventually
We should not allow these false truths to dictate our voyage
A call to action must commence and rightfully so
Until you break the metal that binds
hardened mental vices
With teeth mashed
A mental inferno will rage on
Then you tear this apart
One.
Bar.
At.
A.
Time.
Left there, remerging as a stoked, prodded fire sale so engulfed, yet so splintered and hollow
We give it all away to save its memory
Without question or conviction
Overly eager and naïve
Have we learned *nothing*? or everything there was that mattered?
Consumed with ill-tempered expectations that shorten a sanity that we cannot track or retract anyway
Why not let go?
I pray.
For prey I will feast upon
When the raw flesh hits the back of my tongue it won’t taste sordid
or forced in
Because I love all of the flavors
of clever mental behavior
.
I pinpoint this attention span
To the sheer concept of contempt evoking
An emergence of hoping
in a luminous, violet hue - Firmly choking
these happily-never-afters
in a steadfast manner.
And as acceptance looms
We all learn to fight again.