Friday, October 26, 2012

DISCONTENT





clueless, we wander
aimlessly
through histories
pages
of discontent.

disconcerting,
alone and empty.

inflamed,
passions on fire.

helpless, hapless,
to our own needs.

fearful
and frightening,
as the world
descends upon us.

the universe
planning,
deciding our fate.

fitting us
somewhere
in those pages
of discontent.



how we intertwine our lives,
mix and match our sensitivities,
reach into ourselves
to find ourselves,
is the total sum of who
and what we are.
but we'll never know
just how far.


its all about leaving
a piece of us behind.

dreams on paper,
in print,
enhancing truths,
hiding the lies.

finding ourselves
building reputations.

living up to the rainbows
we've built around us.

covering up the ugly
with something pretty.

so ugly it hurts to smile. 


The Secret Societies, by David V. Barrett.












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