Grotesque

When people watch my life and act surprised

Sometimes I wonder whether they are so wise

Because although I appreciate support

It’s confusing as to why I abort

Whenever they’re friendly,

Heart’s on the mend, See?

The value escapes when I hear earthquake

As I ponder my passionate thought

Keep wondering what it has wrought

Whether rise or demise,

They can’t see through my eyes

And like flies buzz around,

They’re out telling lies

Yes, some points of view are valid,

But if I keep still, I’m invalid

Movement and change within as well as without

Keep me up & about

This writing is my vehicle to help me shout

Lest I forget, I too am with clout

Even so, walking around with my insides hanging out

Is grotesque without a doubt

It’s so interesting to observe what it means

But in the night, I had a vision of someone sitting on top of me

And while the weight as well as obstruction prevented inclusion

In the conversation, seemed I’d become a mere obtrusion or illusion

Then I just saw how people vie for the mic

Clamoring ruthlessly to be heard & seen

For entertainment’s sake, viewpoints may be audible

But quite often, they were left implausible

I’m not that old and I’m not that young

Over the saw horse, my back is flung

It sat too long watching & waiting

All crunched up, just kept debating

Yes, explaining does seem rather fruitless

As the perception becomes askew merciless

Despite these findings, it was time to redirect the writing

And focus on advertising strengths as a formal application

Because, after all, it was not time for resignation (despite my education)

The payment is to assist in paying back student loans.

Because I have only salvaged 41 original paintings from all the moves I've made, these will be available to buy for helping me get rid of debt and assist with my future endeavors as an artist/poet/songstress. There is only one of me and only one of each of these very special paintings. They come with the poem stuck on the back too! Get yours while you can!

$1,000.00

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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