ARA's blog: "poetry"

Understated movement in the dark Wild moments on a lark Strange people wandering through my home Memories of green pacific foam Words tossed about Words that make people shout Words that misrepresent Words to make others vent Convoluted thoughts rapid fire Things that can start a fire Spiraling actions that trigger Snap judgments all the quicker I sometimes just tire of humanity As they continually try my sanity Regardless of the contrivance I continually see the other presence Twisted deduction, for rationalization So that that they may have grounds for rumination It all just tires me to deal with such things So many lost, so many that forgot how to make their souls sing We teach dishonesty to the young For we want them to feel the pressure of the same gun I see the lost look in their eyes As a small part of their soul dies We trap ourselves in a continuous decent We know the way out but we do not relent Deeper we must go, on with this twisted show It seems to be humanities demented flow