Delusional and Angry

Delusional and Angry …

delusional

Enthralled by all his piffling lies,
the stoic indifference he feels,
Embedded and replete his disguise,
In layers of hate that he peels.

Beneath all those layers of hate,
Rests the maligned spark of his soul.
Tribute, his betrayer, his fate,
The qualities that swallow him whole.

Heaven forbid he’d abase his guise
And fracture his weak, pathetic mind
Reboot his database, refocus his eyes,
Step up to the plate and be refined—

Or stay a truculent man of war
Embracing argument just for sake
A rogue, he cried, I’d cherish more,
than any common garter snakes.

An angry man, how I’d credit him,
His opinions worn like shitty grins
DNA of Samaritans??
Belief in that, a deadly sin.

Frustrations fester into rage
doubt and disbelief conjectured.
How ire stems from a specious page,
Words like daggers come together—

Slicing nerves inside the brain,
Mental erosion meeting madness,
Embittered night sweats of disdain,
Plotting, scheming, a vile palace—

The theater, the eye; the screen, the world,
His muscles tense and plasma boils
Meanwhile he spews these fictitious pearls
And talks about his timeless toils.

Iniquitous, a word topped with his clichés
His lexicon as blind as rage
worlds against him, he feels betrayed
He babbles on about his days.

His life a cesspool with floating heads
Each one a nightmare of retention’s blame
Above the water we slowly tread
Oblivious to his campaign.

He enacts judgment with no facts
A fool of intuition’s fatal flaws
His scales unbalanced, not quite exact,
His scorn a fickle landing cause.

His friendships wane at prison’s door,
A fragile life, his sorrows call.
Into the darkness he wages war,
A broken man, unfettered gall.

So blind his eyes to see the truth,
He lives alone with all his pride
The rage has hidden all the proof
Talking to himself, himself he hides.

Paul Neglia

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

6 thoughts on “Delusional and Angry

  • July 19, 2018 at 1:55 PM
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    Your great rhyming and phrasing skills make your poem flow so smoothly, Paul. That second stanza is fantastic, sets him up for the reader to really know him. Well done as always dear poet. Take care.

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    • July 21, 2018 at 7:05 AM
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      Thank you so much dear Phyllis. Much appreciation. Glad you enjoyed

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  • July 19, 2018 at 9:16 PM
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    So sharp and sweet the word attesting human betrayal and a dark soul, wanting. So beautifully penned Paul. It’s an edgy and satisfying piece, your phrasing particularly brilliant. Kudos my friend. Take care.

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    • July 21, 2018 at 7:06 AM
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      Thank you so much Tony. I am glad you enjoyed this.

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  • July 19, 2018 at 10:29 PM
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    Artistically penned Paul. I felt the wrath of this individual, the anger, pain and dark places in his soul. One wonders when a mind is so far lost what enters in it’s place. I’ve seen a few men who through the misuse of drugs became babbling idiots, so sad, some of them men of worth before they lost it all. This is human betrayal at it’s darkest moments. I pray my mind never gets that lost. Excellent work my friend. Bravo indeed.

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    • July 21, 2018 at 7:08 AM
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      Me either my friend, me either. Thank you so much for your kind words. I am glad you enjoyed this.

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