Author: lbstowe

It’s six weeks since therapy & that shit shows.
Me, Myself & I are constantly at blows.

Self-contradiction makes characters richer.
One half meticulous & one half bewitcher.

Still, good to run them by professional health.
Exploring duality & traumas stealth.

My sides serve me well; with managed maintaining.
Though, I must admit my conflict’s exclaiming…

The emotions & themes that nurture my muse.
Free from inner turmoil? I’d have to refuse.

Too many dark nights this soul has known.
Too much of Life’s ugly it’s been shown.

The dark in the seams seems to bleed out.
So, the whole grows dim by shrouded doubt.

Uncertainty’s an unwelcome norm.
It’s recently calcified in form.

List some metastasizing cancers…
Greed, religion & hate are answers.

Darker & darker esteemed concern.
When are we, the people, gonna learn?

We bear no redemption but labor.
We’re commodities for rich neighbors.

We feel degraded, unwanted, marked.
These days compared to progress are stark.

As Liberty’s Torch, we look sun-wise.
Our pilot light of hope never dies.

I can no longer be your righteous anger.
I cannot be your vociferous clangor.

I cannot take on all the quips you’d want said.
I cannot attack enemies in your stead.

I cannot be the white hot tip of your spear.
I can’t face our music when you disappear.

I can’t fight for alliances that dissolve.
I cannot be your retroactive resolve.

What I can always do is love & support.
But, I can no more be your moot court cohort.

Humans manipulate; that’s what we do.
For the good of others or good of you.

I don’t think many parents have these talks.
It is learned thru wisdom & hardest knocks.

“Manipulate’s not a four letter word.”
She gave me guidance from outside the herd.

Lucky, was I, linking with this mother.
Almost fifty & I’ve known no other.

We wheedle & worry life’s particles.
Turn this way, rock that; remove obstacles.

Whether good or bad is for both bolt & nut.
You either wield healing or infect cuts.

Listen to the quiet when you’re in doubt.
Just past tinnitus, your answer calls out.

For: E

The question of fair is looming large.
The bill’s overdue for bullies’ barge.

All involved know just where the blame goes.
None involved choose to stand & oppose.

A lone pushback is lost in static.
A lone exclusion systematic.

Twisting facts & truths across the board.
Twisting is why truth whispered, “record”.

Light from the sun is disinfecting.
Dark words relayed for due dissecting.

Confidently cruel as time digs in…
Just not cruel enough to call it sin?

The willful blind ignore injured kin.
Willful blind will cycle thru…again.

Fair? Maybe not; time’s distance will see.
Maybe…first come, first served to break free.

When it was hidden, how many lies were told?
Just how many times did fibs break have & hold?

I wonder just how slippery is the slope?
How much capital spent can help people cope?

I’m curious if there was a moment clear?
Was there an instant of regret & pure fear?

Recall worried drama over extra space.
A deadline of truth, lies weren’t ready to face.

Now, reason’s clear…It’s deduction has truth’s heft.
Scared of warm welcome, when deceivers get left.

Even planets are now in our way.
Heard it in what a witch had to say.

Recent transits seem very pointed.
All our minds by stardust anointed.

Every birth is assigned with a star.
It’s good & bad traits whole lives will tar.

Orbs, not just yours, are allowed to play.
Allowed to fuck with you every day.

Ages & eons defined by signs.
Traversing, slow, thru heaven’s designs.

Confirmation bias looks like proof.
So, horoscopes can’t be more than goofs.

More entertaining a day behind…
Laugh at why yesterday felt  maligned.

Quickened silver flushes thru the mind.
Inspiration’s circuits close in kind.

Electricity clicks power’s flow.
Muse now coherent, think becomes know.

Mind’s misty black gathers in dark dew.
Collectible drops with inky hue.

Obsidian flows thru hands to screen.
Suddenly knowing things never seen.

Slow, the shapes of creation unfold.
Writing secrets that never were told.

Now, here it is; just one of many.
Ready to view by one & any.

Now gone is the itch of backed up whit.
Forgotten soon as signature’s writ.

It’s time to say what so many think.
Cold sweat worries exorcised in ink.

We have become no more than product.
Clear to see in billionaires’ conduct.

We’re bought & sold by futures markets.
Wealth of life factored into targets.

We’re all but stamped on assembly lines.
No real change when the rich opt for fines.

It’s insurmountable by design…
So systemic faults seem but a whine.

Flaming late stage capitalism…
Snuffed by ground-up cannibalism.

Ouroboros-style civil collapse?
It’s where staying this course ends, perhaps.

Good & Evil gambling on futures.
Hence, our Frankenlaws bound by sutures.

All our jostling natured tug of wars?
Are who we be, right down to our cores.

These good hodges & podges of bad?
Are how democracy survives fad.

With thumbs on scales, we add debt to sums…
While society rides pendulums.

Wealth owes much & the poor will collect.
History’s full of rich necks now bisect.

So, heed the warning & level scales.
Or…gamble away your heads & tails.