#inflection
the earth world retains its soiled crust,
more polluted than just a few weeks ago,
meaning me is meaner, an iron irony ironic,
madness and meanness anger me more
than-ever-before turning me sour, an infection
and an self-inflection point, forgive me cause
I no longer easy forgive, starting with me, here.
it is so easy to be easier, but the creeps creep in,
what they possess interdicts the free
flowing blood of what we could be,
maybe, even
what we want to be, for some of us,
so I’ve come to display,
come to splay,
come to say,
nice has
been disposed of, in overflowing corner city garbage can,
spilling onto the street, madness and meanness,
littered and the lies sugarcoat it with veneers of
righteous, cause anyone can claim the moral
high ground, but find me the low places, where
honesty is not defined by an ism, or in only your opinion,
and right and wrong are so oft
so easy distinguishable…
yeah, soured on many things, and what hasn’t changed
cannot be shared, for too many will seek to pollute these few
good things remaining.
and the mirrored reflection of my inflection point
is my soiled infection, red, swollen,
and being this away is…new
8:04am
Sat Oct 21 2023
Oct 21, 2023
Oct 21, 2023 at 8:10 AM UTC
Ever change?
I need a connection,
That was true. But,
Something in your inflection
Hints at misdirection,
Reeks of lies.
You don't want me, psychically
It's no longer frustration,
But more so consternation, over
What I feel I must do
With no choice
Mute, but you hate my tongue
And cringe every time you hear my voice.
Displacement, over all
You can place it on me
And if I leave,
Like you are absent,
Will you be like me?
Left, wanting.
No
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 11:09 PM UTC
I remember learning about Japanese culture in elementary school.
They taught us to say a few words, told us some Japanese stories, we learned how to fold Origami, and we got to try sushi and some Japanese candies.
It was one of those cultural-week things. It was cool.
Anyway, I remember at one point the teacher was telling us how every inflection matters when speaking Japanese, and that saying a word with the wrong inflection can turn it into a great insult.
I remember thinking, "Wow, it must be really hard to speak Japanese."
Only now, when I'm almost 45 years old, do I realize it is literally no easier to speak American English or any language for that matter.
Every inflection counts, every word counts. There are uncountable ways to insult someone, and indeed to be insulted, and the path to speaking (or writing) without unwittingly tossing out insults like candy (don't throw sushi, it's very messy) is a narrow one.
This is especially true when writing about something painful. I try (but probably still fail) to be sure when I write I [attempt to] take that into account.
So, anyway. I just wanted to say, that if I have said something to offend you, such was not my intention.
Just sayin, y'all be careful with that thur 'Murican English, it's loaded!
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
These youths, they keep me young
I sit and watch them play
They dance before an older soul
In a lovely kind of way
They speak no words to hear
And yet—
Their volume is prodigious
Their eyes see beyond the realms
With deeper intuitions
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
The house is empty. As am i. I can feel the emptiness inside me.
I love being alone. But not like this.
The feeling of betrayal chips at me
threatening to reveal my true character.
What will they think of me then.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC