A Black Cloud Meets a Silver Lining

waving candor
grieving fully-
postulating gestures
impressions etched
into glass
cold and frozen
destined to break
destined to break

smiling lasciviously
cultured-refined
predatory masks
are invisible, until
the moment strikes
shark-tiger-crocodile skin
leopard-piranha-lion's roar

and when it does, victims fall
defenses drop, ease is made
trust is gain, safety is but a word
tomorrows a casket that
bears someones name
names are but recreations of characters
names carry history but only if memories suffice

You never know who your villain shall be, perhaps it's a devil,
perhaps it's an alternate you, perhaps it's a friend or a lover, a doubter or an acquaintance you just made

don't take liberties on today
for you don't know
what date there'll be
on the page of your
obituary

Oh, how depressing

what words are spewed with shades of coal

how can one live in such a fashion

betting on an inevitability solely not to be wrong

what kind of lyrics?

what kind of song?

Breathe deep

mouth to diaphragm

Breathe deep

hold for ten seconds

and spew your negativity away

dream

dream

dream

then wake up and dream some more

and find that happy door, that leads you to a place of glad

You're too oblivious to see the serious nature
that bows before us now
have you not been paying attention
the world is falling apart
The planet is dying
the wells are drying up
the flu is everywhere, infecting
perpetuating a sickness that is but the beginning
to an end that will be before us before you think
natural disasters are cropping up so quick
the supply is in demand
but machines supply the labor
unemployment rates skyrocket
arguments are all that is salable
to a mindless generation of
hands-out sheep, willing to beg
for whatever pile they spew upon your
dirty plate

But what is gained from speaking so

find a joy in life, any joy and 

if that evil does come true

then, well, then you will have loved

something, and that something

will carry you on through

and if finality is the dish

served warm

then hold on tight

to all the positive memories you 

have worn while letting

those destructive songs cease to play

for once we're gone, so are they

just believe and pray and pray

it'll be all right 

no matter what end comes our way

hopeless optimist

I pity your shock

when the bricks crumble

and you fall down and down

as I doubt the life you've lived

will take you anywhere 

and then you'll frown and remember

the warnings you were given yet

chose not to heed…pathetic, that's what

I see

And here we have it

those who cannot negate the

optimistic cry, eventually

turn to slander and negative barbs

I'm so sorry you live the way you do

but chastise you I will not

for you make your choices and 

I'll make mine, I pray

for you the best and hopefully

you'll find something to live for,

something to deeply love while you can.

Shared with D'Verse for Open Link Night.

For this week I had the idea of a poetic dialogue between an eternal pessimist and an eternal optimist.  Not sure how I feel about what I wound up with, but in any case, satisfied that idea to some degree.

Unrefined Opinions

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An indentation fixed upon

Those spliced agendas

         Too often ignored

By salutations bred in happenstance,

An uneasy gullet appears, stirring forth an awkward shuffling of

         Distracted feet

“I think I’ll have Chinese”

“sounds great…ooh, I’m

getting the California roll”

“uhh…ok”

Sometimes it’s best not to offer penance when there is not a scar to erase—

Sometimes it’s best to allow the errors come back naturally, rather than explaining away some insignificance…

Tell that to the Japanese….

Tempura right

Sake

Damn ignorance is like a jackknife into a pool of rocks

But, it’s an offense even the most cautious and

Deliberate must at some time defend—

         Which of course

Does not absolve the responsibility stirred

In restitution’s anti-trust…

         It most certainly doesn’t exonerate one from their bigotry, just because one was born that way, taught that way, only lived a life in an environment as such….for if it did

         Well then we’d wind up with too many jackasses on parade, evil so and so’s dancing about with equality’s severed head dangling from a blood soaked hand—

                                    And all of our disgust will swiftly wipe away with a singular flash of that mentos smile…glimmering in obnoxious pools of blissful unconsciousness

         Only to awake the next sunrise

Wondering where the throbbing brow was first born

         And when the recognition finally sifts the clues together, pasting the picture back to whole…the nausea hits

and overcompensation seems the natural recourse—which

will seem forced, be out of character, out of place—thusly

it’ll seem false—which, of course, it is…not the actions necessarily, but the motives behind them, and I sit here then, wondering, which type of bigotry is worse…

There’s no easy answer

Lengthy deliberation will

undoubtedly paint some foul

corners—and

sometimes, it’s just best

to shut up and seem cold and uncaring—

which, of course, you can write off as being afflicted by demons you’re trying to sort out, or you are going through a bad patch, depression has a hold on you, yadda yadda yadda, and the like, all viable reasons, but those ready to condemn you, don’t care about what got you to where you are, they just want someone, anyone to blame…they want a goat, so once again, they can be reassured when they look in the mirror—

an epiphany delivers

it’s message, loud and clear

         like a drop of blood

                  in a lake so clear….

At The Entry Gate to the Palace of the Star Burnt Trophy Children

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We gave great kid…

At least that much we know as true…

We are the few

The privileged

The rotten core of the camera’s eye

Innocence has long been dead

Traded in for the fifteen minutes that got us here

Innocence lies dying

In a golden pit of love deposed

Victims to the shutterbug

Strengthening its venom

With each million dollar pose and seductive stare

Yet I find it all too severe

That no one ever warned us

Of the violence in a pout

 That instantly purged the air

Hope is but a scapegoat for the common type

Not for those born unto the spoon of silver

For it’s those like us

That society loves until it fears

For it’s kids like us

Society loves to see self-destruct,

Always enjoying the ruin we predictably wear

Libra

In the air—

Venus, the lover

tips the scales

Justice and discernment

are dealt in time, as

greens, purples and pink

overcoat the ever present number six

“There are decisions to be made,” said the Libra, a belief, Justice keeps alive, lighting the paths they need to find inside

With an air of grace

Libran, even the unattractive kind,

have a natural beauty built within

Charming and co-operative

sociable, idealistic and brilliant

in their diplomacy, the Libran

will take part in arguments and disputes,

yet will not raise their temper or alter

demeanor due to differences in opinions

And beliefs, instead

they choose the route of

the negotiator, peacemaker,

facilitator and mediator, granting

them their trust to amicably, but

correctly still, solve any disputes

they hap upon

The fence is not a jumping point,

these people have too much dignity

to banter in such frivolity and trivial

underpinning, again, instead they take

up an ever-familiar tract of belief, in that

mediators and negotiators and all they

offer and supply, are incomparably

beneficial as seen through the Libran eye

Decisions are quite difficult for a Libran to make…they are

the type of person who will sit at a restaurant for overly

extended periods of time and still are not capable of making

A choice of entrée, often allowing the waiter or their company to

make or collaborate in the eventual choice that’s made

The Libran children are often those who stay in school for years past acceptable lengths, ever switching majors, afraid that a singular choice of commitment will wind up limiting their abilities and happiness in the future tense

This idea is seen in virtually all aspects of the Libran’s life, none more than their difficulty to find love…yet, as in other cases, once they make a choice, or have an eventually agreeable choice thrust upon them, they rarely have problems sustaining the relationship…

In love, Librans, with all things considered, rarely have difficulty attracting partners, it’s the choices they must make that hind the onset…and when committed, they are some of the most generous people one could encounter, which facilitates beautifully to the constructs of relationships.  They are incredible listeners, able to devote their every sense to their partner, a trait which can not be undersold, as it is perhaps the greatest quality in a loving and mature partnership, a major reason for why marriages and relationships go south as time flaps by…perhaps it’s out of boredom or being too familiar with another, but it’s documented how listening is the first major trait that goes awry and needs practical rebuilding, if the union hopes to stand any chance of continuance

A final aspect in regard to Libran love, is how the peaceful and non-confrontational man or woman, will in fact, when in a committed relationship where they have a strong feeling that this particular relationship is the one, or one seemingly built to last, stir up senseless arguments, provoking antagonistic behaviors, simply to test their partner and what kind of reactions are conjured, to which they then, assess said responses and move forward from that point…so, if you’re in a seemingly strong relationship with a Libra, and they start picking fights with you, smile, as the are tipping their hat, as to how important your union means to them, stay levelheaded, stay respectful and hopefully things stay the way you both desire after the confrontation has concluded

During the Libra’s cycle, some very important dates present themselves: on September 26^th, we see the birthday of the perfection seeker while on the 25^th, we see the birthday of complexity and then, on October 16^th, we arrive at the birthday of the breakthrough…what could be better or easier to understand than that, a day, where even the Libra will have little difficulty to decide upon 

Virgo

The Hermit is composed with inner strength.

Yellow, green and brown shade coloring

Earth is the element at hand

While Mercury, the great communicator again

Rules the Virgin’s planetary alignment

Five, a precious number for a group that’s

Almost always believing in “busy is better than bored.”

Reliable,

Systematic,

Hard-working and considerate, are typical attributes of a Virgo, but their greatest is their uncanny ability to get to the bottom or root of problems, finding the missing link or whatever is necessary to eventually resolving whatever the matter of hand that needs solving is.

Their affection for detail can be seen throughout every part of their lives—

From their relationships to working lives, often overly orderly,

Really into aesthetics and décor…

The Virgo’s love knowledge and because of their need for details, often seek out the answers to many of the things they come across in life, whether it’s relative to their own situation or not…it becomes a healthy addiction, yet, even so, it can get out of hand, growing to an all-consuming endeavor, hindering who they are in the process…

The Virgo is typically a multi-talented person, again drawing upon their ability to find resolution and to seek out processes and detailed information, which once learned, it only makes sense, that new talents may spring forth

Losing sight of the bigger picture, being overly talkative, and not realizing they’ve lost their audience are some of the larger negatives this group often shows…

But their darkest problem resides in their ability to consume information and to excel at problem solving…because of these positive attributes, the Virgo can be seen as a person that is very critical of others, who simply cannot keep up or are lacking in their understanding of ideas that come easily to the Virgo themselves…they can then move to a state of nagging, trying to make everyone into their ideal image, one that’s based, most often, on an impossibly attainable high standard….They don’t consciously attempt to act in such mannerisms, yet it too often turns out as such, which is due to something that rests deep within their darkest fears…they work so hard at learning, solving, finishing and managing details and problems, it is a thought, that they do this because they are filled with a terror inside, one that makes them feel as if they constantly has to prove themselves, again and again and again, for they truly believe, they are simply not good enough, are not worth the salt they earn and in such a problem, it is likely that other problems then stem from the like.

This lack of confidence is the Virgo’s biggest obstacle to overcome, when searching for love—

A love, that for many Virgos, can not be found—

         In those cases where love is found, it is prone to crumble, as partners, for the most part, do not take consistent nagging and criticism well, when it is delivered consistently over extended periods of time—the intent eventually becomes irrelevant and the relationships grow to a doomed state….

         The successful Virgos in love, are committed, dedicated individuals that treat love as another problem they must overcome…and quite frequently, perhaps as a result of such an attitude, these Virgos seem to make a concerted effort at learning to love and appreciate themselves, which of course, has overwhelming powerful qualities built within.  And therefore, even more so than their partners, they become their own greatest obstacle to overcome, as without addressing the problem alive in their persons, they have no hope of success…