#comradery
This obsession of pain and massacre
A layered creation of human suffering
The only assumption being that it came of fruition
Or is it the aspiration to be understood?
Is that what all want
To be known?
As it results in carnage
That it costs our blood and we assume that it is a prest they owe
Thinking that “It is what’s best”
Never considering what it means to mend
As we think for ourselves
Though don't we live in a system of parts?
Align our interests to avoid the rust
Keep the pieces for this set together, not scattered parts
That we run collectively
That, in essence, we are a singular race?
A collaborative force for this human race
To lift life to its limits
To crew those to solute
So why divide then conquer?
Why rip the fabrics of this collective
Split the stitches that make us powerful
Is it an ego complex?
Is it previous conflicts?
Reparations will repair
Pain will subside
Why defend carnage using pain
Rather than make peace with it
Avoid this egregious affliction
Clear these vengeful contradictions
Why not cheer for courageous drumming
Are we missing something?
Or is it our flesh and blood?
Is it that we crave crimson mud?
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC
You worry about the harm one could do?
I'm worried about the harm being done.
You're worried to offer an inch?
I tell you, grab a hold of my arm!
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 12:29 AM UTC
In between the lines
There's the hint at some opinion
And not just pictures you hang crooked
On flimsy nails you drive.
I'd rather keep the vocabulary
Short & simple,
If there's more from it
Who might be reached
Or that might be derived.
I know you think you're something
Just as much as I,
I know I think you're something
Just as much as I.
If you can't see, you can have mine;
I've already given up on one eye.
If you can't sense it,
I can go on deprived.
To me it makes no difference,
I'm only trying to help.
Come what may, I'll survive.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 2:27 AM UTC
My Self is rooted in a larger city than mine.
My Self is rooted in male comradery.
My Self falls into a group. The group isn't universal for all my traits though.
Thus comradery isn't a universal attribute in this sense.
However, if I feel I need comradery, and I'm not in familiar surroundings, I can shift to a reality of the oneness of humanity, where all share the same home.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
FRIENDSHIP
Comradery, companionship and caring.
Comradery, that one more drink, that one more dance and that one more scéal.
Each creating its own story of bonding and continuing on its tradition.
Companionship, the glow you feel with their presence. No matter the weight of the heart, it's power will lift it with ease.
Caring, that one less drink, that one less story, but just one more minute. Sitting by their side minding and comforting you
against all woes and sorrows.
With no debt to be paid or collection to be made.
Comradery, companionship and caring.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
My dog barks incessantly
through the night
At ghouls and ghost
Only a dog's eye can sight
For I swear when I look
There's nothing to be seen
He barks at the wind
The trees and
All in between
He barks at me
When I come to see
What has him acting
So strangely
He barks at shadows
Cast by the moon
A shadow of his tail
Has him all swooned
He barks at cars noise and
Strangers in the night
He barks at every little thing
That cause him fright
He barks at the neighbors cat
At the neighbors fence
He sits and dispense
Of barking until spent
Breaths lap water then barks again
He barks a melody
That's well received it seems
For out of the night - the howling begins
Dogs and cats alike
They bark at the moon - they bark at each other
They bark at whatever gives
them pleasure
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
I get too deep in my own emotions, I never even attempt to try and bring myself back because I know that when I’m depressed they just become delusions. It’s simple to say that friendship can keep you sane but honestly, it’s the comradery the keeps me sheltered in an uncomfortable silence. Hearing about the pleasures someone can indulge in makes my heart break, then to hear them complain about the small demons they face in life just simply makes it hard to agree with their outlooks when I’ve seldom ever seen my happiness at its peak. It’s hard to think of them outside of our time together when almost every moment of my time is hard to fabricate. I love them but sometimes it feels like I have to liquidate and make my escape before I create a situation where I will negate the comfort I’ve created with them, it’s so hard not to express the feeling to leave.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC