Poetry

Enemies exploiting attention to detail Friends testing sensitivity to stimulus Hold onto reason lest the mind derail

Tears streamed down my cheeks Grief raced up my spine My mother had died, I was mourning

Yes, I am claiming that you aligned with the devil The emergency trip to his lair after I called him out The darkening of behavior, as if you were his tout

Limbs flew, blood spattered, spread terror Exposed psychopathy, a strategic error The cake could be had and eaten too

They saw the fires as coincidence But I saw the coin dance They forgot my faith in providence

Kindness, compassion, peace, and love Clothes they wear, not oaths they swore Whispers of hope travel the aether but

No one’s coming to save you, they said You must pull yourself up by the bootstrap A thousand cuts left the floor bloody red

Some suspected me because of my connections Some sabotaged me because of my convictions Empathetic towards those suspecting

Manchurian candidates aplenty Access mass surveillance data Find a narcissistic dimwit or twenty

Saw me dancing away, hunky dory Felt you had seen me somewhere Your friend had told you a story

Ascribe meaning to patterns of observations Trust your mind despite loud denials Dare question them, that’s your blind spot

They thought they were genius planners They thought they’d get away with it They’d only have to wave wands and

Your behavior did not hurt me, It was my mental processing That violated your self-perception

Each side chose colors Wore them with pride Then masqueraded as others

These days bring more agony The world continues to burn The heart continues to churn

Loneliness comes with the territory But the betrayals are optional Without that stab in the back

It’s not love if you’re not naked It’s not love if you’re ashamed It’s not love if you’re hiding

I see the war being waged against me I feel the warrior spirit awakening me I contemplate warfare

I’m writing peace proposals While reeling from the attacks Contemplating the future of mankind

They prepared to light the fires That may burn innocent millions As the mystical maps of ancient friars

Have you ever seen a Geisha in a fur hat? Have you ever felt jaded in the AM? Have you ever been an ass under the sun?

I was born in a mosque not I grew disenchanted not I drank the wine not

In the fog of war, he took his shots Blocking the “enemy” with knots Subduing the will of one among bots

Rip my heart open for an audit, I’d say But there is better technology, a new day It’s my brain you should be scanning, hey

Why haven’t they killed you, she asked Why would they only stalk Why would they only talk

A kettle too Beautiful contains Itself?

Some stories do not come easy They’re found behind webs of deceit They’re heard like the whispering woods

Love made me curious from a young age Because despite romantic notions abound There weren’t credible examples around