you just KNOW when … AND what


you know that when you're the bad guy
and what this feels like
when one day
you realise you're really not
and all your life
has been a lie
like a woman's body never was
and never sighed
and never signed up for contractually either

that lie of the treasured
like a valley of souls
rolled into one
and made entirely one
as reaching the winning-post
like a dinner roasted at thanksgiving
or a christmas feast to be followed
by sandwiched leftover
because this is what my life has been

just leftovers you might say
and then again you may not
because as i draw the picture
and shape the narrative
of what it's been like to be alive
i refuse to revise
what i saw and felt and did
in terms that otherwise fail my truth
because for me there is nothing i love more than this

nothing more than the truths
i sometimes stumble across
like those stations of the same
and those paths of the insane
where we find ourselves socially constructed
and criminally instructed
to remain in the severest of pains
for the rest of our existences
able no longer to resist the abuses of such powers

where our nation-states
should've protected us profoundly
of these layers of horrific inspecting introspection
from which our capacity for free thoughts
and thus our ability to sense joyous oughts
becomes merely the obligation
of familial relationship
instead of the real pursuit
of that which might once have rightly suited us

and so that's it
it is it really is
and that's why we lose our intimate instincts
i mean those we were born with
and out of
and into
for doing good things by the others we meet
and rather much rather
prefer to that bullying of the opposing

into opposing much more
than should've been necessary
and so this is how it became radically
and so easily
cessation-free
as all histrionics and hostilities became us madly too
like we were grinding our humanity
with the pestle and mortar
of cannonballs galore

and so i do just wonder
why it has to all be like this
and why we can't build
generation by generation
on the achievements of the previous
and why it's only INDIVIDUALS
who grow from beginning to end
in a trajectory that ennobles them always
whereas the MASSES just muck us totally up

like the messages of hatred
that intimidated our mothers
and led our fathers to fields of blood
where blood meant no brotherhoods were ever capable
of yielding good any more
and where life has become the survival of the very least fit
being those who chose finally
to run the world
into the deepest of pits

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