In the depths of my cranial translation,
within the shadows of paradigms
and philosophies I have embraced,
is a quiet space where ideas breed
and transcend the spoon-fed realities
that in illusion have been faked,
and leave me in a quandary;
how much can I take?
They surface like a huge whale’s breach,
gasping for air and in light,
creating such a surge of displacement,
it cannot be ignored, or released,
for although they may contradict the norm,
they carve water like flesh,
getting down to the marrow, the core,
of what secrets held now etched.
And in the solitude, truth resounds loudly,
ideas that besiege the superficial,
to reveal the dark realities of souls,
those who out of jealousy and denial,
find comfort in malice, to reap
the pleasures of hurt and contention,
to uphold the delusion of superiority,
when they are ignorant, and never whole.
I waver within the knowledge of self
and the affronts of vile thought,
launched at me by inept people,
who live lives of blame, never responsibility,
and I see them so clearly
in their bumbling hatred, their absurdity,
untouched as I am,
but they, pollution to my world.
I shall not abide the thoughts of them,
for they are not fitting in their negativism,
and no matter the betrayal and hurt they bring,
I let them go, to find their sanity,
to find happiness in their superficial lives,
yet for me, I am already blessed,
sharing my optimism for a better world
in which they cannot behold, will not confess.
From my very core I see so much,
and the petty spite of ignorance is moot,
for I will not stoop to that level,
the pretenders like robots, so predictable,
so human in their abysmal misery.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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