I’ve noticed within you
dormant dark ironic
aroused by stress,
fueled with fear,
ushers in you a strife
emblazoned with virulent rancor,
etched with vitriol and venomous
words more harmful than
of your frantic painful sputum.
like a cornered dog
or captured snake seeking vengeance
without sense of reason, cause, or goal,
neither coherent illumination nor purpose
tempers or dulls your slashing fangs.
Let lost conscience be not your guide,
nor grief and guilt become your
Count to ten. Then count again.
Nothing can be unsaid,
unheard, or unfelt.
Look both ways when emotions rise.
Seek the mindful gaps of calmness and search for love.
Secrets we’ve never been told Oceans nature never fully filled Memories of loving happiness in eyes of laughter Nights kissing when we’re young together Amour aplenty to fill our hearts with passion. Mysteries make us wonder why Bodies, then so young and strong, a Universe without chaos, and a cosmos within us Lasting love that never leaves us Innocent children who needlessly die, while Some just pray and wonder why. Time to take the dance into the street.
In the street, look both ways and be aware, or woke, as they say.
Mind the gaps as hidden happiness and sadness.
Work through it, he said,
more pain is good gain.
Can you go farther?
(implying the pain
I should endure)
To do more?
Through it, he said. I asked.
“I understand, Doc,
but do you?” Push
through — more pain—
limping, then numbness
pain, then physical collapse.
Then I sense some gain.
Then more. Must I now confess
at the end of the battle?
Doc, you were right.
Muscles are tight
and sore as hell,
with pain and cramps,
but improvement costs,
some weight’s been tossed.
Should I go on, and on?
Pain goes both ways, some is beneficial, some is a warning to stop.
I Listen to, and learn, my body. I mind the gaps to learn the differences.