human reflexes
to inflict pain upon those
we believe hurt us
A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.
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human reflexes
to inflict pain upon those
we believe hurt us
A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.
We love to quarrel
Satisfied with petty spite
Yet the sun will rise
Youthful memories
Comic books
Toy ray-guns
Sunlit days
Free of shoes
Sand covered toes
Burning echoes
Of the first-girl-I-loved’s
Bemusement
And resultant mockery
I wonder
Why suffering
Delights us so?
Such cruelty divides us
A charred gulf bearing
Smoldering rubble
Remnants of hope
So many memories of this journey called life. Painful ones sometimes rise up, reminding me of their place in my mind, my psyche. Hints of underlying angers and frustrations, damage done.
Anger within hearts
Poison flowing so deeply
Roots reaching your stone
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Let go of anger
Escape pride and envy’s grasp
Such is peace’s path
Fearful of ancient rage
Rattling dusty cadavers
Forgotten dreams
Hidden within
Away from the glare
Of expectation