wasted mentality

an enormous mental exhale

My mind distances when
I sniff out the dramatic.
When I hear something
sounding like bullshit
I shut down the havoc.
I don’t do drama well,
felt but not harbored
my absence is a tell,
before I fold and I flee.

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My caring has limits,
golf swing with divots,
when approached by cynics,
my whole mentality pivots.
I don’t mind chaos
when doing my seance,
I refuse to stay lost
as you play with crayons.

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Mired in the bog, my jog
surpasses your walk,
you talk without stop,
concocted your slop…
…for these pigs to feed,
I’m not too big to read
but I am too big to seed
myself with shit that needs
me to pick one or the other,
I left the dock with new rudder.

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Find yourself, I find myself daily
sailing away from the wailing
and gnashing of teeth trailing
along these core beliefs failing
to provide anything for those ailing,
tailing me as I make a stand
to stand alone and not take to land,
I remain at sea, you see, it’s planned
to never touch the sand…I strand
myself away from the noise, I’ve manned
the ship’s wheel in these waves
and you’ll see me evade your ways
as I extend my days avoding your rays
of burn seeking to evaporate
those who truly create.

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The bullshit is loud,
the words I confess
are like a blowhorn to address
the mess created, I hate it,
I state it clearly, I’ve sated
my own mind thinking about
those who created their art
from their heart,
not seeking a part,
or purely recognition,
won’t change my position,
my only condition
is you be the best you, use your vision
because I can’t help the blind
as I’m pursuing my mission
of teaching and leading
and breathing through fission
of minds, turning pistons,
our engines are fired
so lets all pursue our desires
and step out of the mire
to escape the mentality
we all find so tired.

d.

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