The chop sticks of life,
buttered in the disappointment of
some dumpling deceit,
chops it all for you…
the very felt Dis ease of all its tastes.
yes, much to the no-ethics stomach’s delight
distress is the most popular appetizer,
overfed with fighting energies
that wont let you ever sense any peace or calm,
ever.
resisting it?
disappointment, those ulcerous heart-aches,
that come out of no where, but some where!
faith is, face is all attempted to be faithless, and faceless
No, it was not this evil, no, I know that.
but, then, why, how so?
…
knowing things, seeing right from wrong,
accepting the bitter sweet,
the poisonous to keep away from
eternity of the strife, to be who you are
for real, be kind, be honest, and
sometimes, just sometimes, please
feel satiated!!
do something different!
don’t cook it, but prepare it with care!
for God sake,
don’t haunt away the happy presence of
offered love, through passing food of sincere smiles,
which were saved for you, you ignore them,
don’t ever!!!
Or you will feel sick to your stomach,
out of your forced choices, oh, you will so know.
…
weeping is a very healthy walk after each meal like that
like it helps the digestion of all culpability around oneself
main thing is, that you do process it, any way
you are supposed to do so
you’re told,
then, why do you cry out, that it is unfair to you?
No. metabolize what thoughts you may,
don’t think, that this is the way it has been
and so, it will be, likely so.
& you know, you wont want to fall away, fall apart, on the way side
That is not right, and that is not true.
…
where is the main course?
the meat of life, that has the warmth,
to keep you grounded!
don’t refuse your hunger, and say that you are full,
when you are not
maybe full of your insecure self in your head, you are
but, you are still alone
& you know,
It is not supposed to be so!
…
but, wait, menu, any one?
well, let’s see,
own space, that could be happy, content, and light
not heavy, tense or detached,
empty, suffocating nor spiked
something lurking, aching and unforgiving
monotony of it all - all things brackish,
perpetual sickness, degrading the
thoughts of logic, it self…
you are not happy!, … then you wonder,
why?
…
And the dessert?
Sustained hope, loyalty of being, sweet truthfully,
Silenced, yes, but not dead.
Oh thanks for what you have, & reflect over tea, maybe?
& then embrace what you are bestowed with and you did not partake!
Embrace!
note: very spontaneous free-write piece.