Brusque

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Brusque

Opinions, for the ears of everybody
Words, of a mind for only one
You talk and you talk a good game
When, actually, you have none
A misplaced sense of self-importance
Confident, to the point of delusion
Constantly rubbing people the wrong way
A reality, wrapped inside an illusion

What colour is the sky in your world?
Does the sun only shine when you’re in it?
Is the planet lonely with just the one person?
Does it only turn when you spin it?

An endless list of those you’ve alienated
Astounded, by your condescending tone
An ego, that pierces the thickest of skin
Daggers, from a mind all your own
Common denominator to many problems
Divisor, for those who cross your path
You are 100% certain, and 90% wrong
Little remains, after you do the math

What colour is the sky in your world?
Is it grey and spattered with dots?
Do you ever get to see the sunlight?
Is it overcast, clouded by your thoughts?

You ride in on your high horse
Give the royal wave to all you pass
Those who don’t acknowledge you
Can just kiss your royal ass
You share a seat with your superiority
Oblivious to the ooze that you spill
Sitting smugly beside your judgement
In a sticky puddle of cold ill will

What colour is the sky in your world?
Is it showering blood, instead of rain?
Are you sheltered beneath your thin cover?
Or drenched, in the red of your disdain?

It is by no means an overstatement
Your demeanour is your disguise, your demise
Whenever you reveal your true self
It’s like a storm, sweeping the skies
From the nasty depths of self-absorption
Blunt statements, soaked in the odd
Revealed, one assumption at a time
From beneath your shallow façade

What colour is the sky in your world?
Does anyone ever reach you there?
Perhaps someone could tell you?
Would you really even care?

 

Free

Free

April 8th.

At long last,
I can breathe.
Fill my lungs
with hope
with exuberance
with fresh optimism
Enough of
the incessant reminders
No more
of her suffocating grief
I exhale
only contentment
Breathe only
a sigh of relief

At long last,
I can think.
Open my mind
for creativity
for revelation
for honest expression
Free from
the condescending paralysis
Away from
her sickening superiority
I speak volumes
only for myself
Think clearly
as sole authority

A long last,
I can look.
Cast my glance
to tomorrow
to possibilities

to cloudless horizons
See beyond
the judgemental glare
See past
her irrational ways
I focus
only to the future
Look forward
to my everydays


At long last,

I can breathe.

At long last,
I can think.

At long last,
I see.

At long last…
just be


 

 

Condescending

         Condescending

I hear it far too oftenIMG_20150710_175055[1]
And I shudder to the bone
People, speaking down to people
In a condescending tone

Experts, or so they think
On every single subject known
They read it or heard about it once
So, there’s a condescending tone

Discussions are rendered pointless
Opinions matter, but theirs alone
Never are they actually listening
Then, the condescending toneIMG_20150710_175544[1]

Everything has to be just so
Valid options are only their own
It’s their way or the highway
Hence, the condescending tone

It’s a sure way to push me away
Each word spouted makes me moan
I associate just hearing their name
With their condescending tone

So now I simply avoid them
Don’t even consider answering the phone
I see their number, I hear their drivelIMG_20150710_184225[1]
And that condescending tone

I suppose if you are reading this
And you fit into that horrendous zone
You are now speaking condescendingly
About my condescending tone

So, you are now subjecting someone else
To your irritating, nails on a chalkboard drone
You, You…are a double negative, personified
You…with your never-ending, self-centering,
mind bending, touching every nerve ending,
common sense offending, accidentally called
a fax machine that’s sending…
condescending tone

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