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Sometimes,
all One can do for Another
is to allow them
to wallow in their own
chaotic and confused ways,
for, indeed,
some refuse to take heed
of mere words
of mere peers.

If they can't, or simply won't,
realize the futility
of the Fools' Path
they chose to travel,
then perhaps they deserve it;
perhaps you've only put yourself
in front of a firing squad,
in front of a trainwreck
of Personality.

They have the capacity for choice,
and so do you,
and so, if they fail to use it constructively,
it's likely up to you
to remove yourself
from such destructive environments,
lest ye become such a Fool.

Learn from your mistakes.
Even if they reject the notion of those of their own;
there is no shame in acknowledging an honest mistake:
perhaps one of the first
was to part with
some of your mortal Time and Energy
on their insipid behalf.

I can call it so by name
because I've made that very mistake
from both sides, yet,
I feel I'm wiser for it.
Perhaps a bit utilitarian, but I'm sick of trying to help others who claim to seek help, who proceed to simply abuse and manipulate the Energy and Time put forth by others for their benefit. Oh well.
Only I fall within my dominion.
Only within my dominion am I.
If I knew
the Truth
was
indeed the
Truth.

Then maybe
I'd be able
to live in the
world
out side
my head.

But until
then
and for now
I've taken
refuge within.

Where
the only lies
are my
own.
Poetry is for those who know that emotion
Is encrypted within the words spoken
Poetry is for the curious, and the mysterious
Although most Poets are true, they’re irrepressibly mischievous  
So open your mind before you open eyes
For this art often wears a bashful disguise

*Ink is *****, mixed with scarlet love
Words are jagged, and poetry is blood
Something you may all already know
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
I don’t know what to tell you

I don’t know what you want me to say

Every weekend it’s the same

Same question

Same silence

Same feelings

Same darkness

Every time it’s an elongated silence from that question

The one I can’t answer

You stand next to me, looking down from our height different holding your Heineken as you slur your words to me

Do you love me?

There it is again.

That question.

How do you tell someone you love you don’t love them the same way they love you?

Our drunken nights and endless fights are like a boomerang thrown at the end of the night
Delaying its return every time

I’m sure I don’t want you

Is all I have to say, but I’ve kissed you and held you and dribbled with your heart

I am the ***** that has used you for the lack of embracement she is most needed of

I chose the wrong person

The wrong lover

The wrong time

You’re drunk with all these lies I tell you

Enamored by the ones you barely remember

From the memories of when I used to make you coffee
“You make the best brew” he says

But what he doesn’t know is that even my demons make good coffee

Even the heartless monster inside me has sweet kisses to give out

Even the ***** that I am can make you think she loves you back.

I’m sorry, I just never told you that.
Every Subject is deeply fascinating;
some are lucky enough to have found Subjects with which they resonate.
Though, if you've not yet found a Subject that fascinates you,
worry not that there is none to be found;
simply persevere and continue seeking
that you may one day find such a Subject;
that you may perhaps make manifest
your truest of Passions
and that perhaps you, yourself,
may leave a lasting and beautiful mark
on this world.
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