Piece By Piece

(The interesting dichotomy between introverted versus extroverted thinking: an observed similarity in situational handling that I’ve found among many. )

I can only watch, an unwilling spectator
Your self destructive feedback loop,
Cocktails of discontent spreading, a mental epidemic,
A disappointing antithesis
To the simple power of ‘could’.

I see winged thoughts entombed, fluttering madly against their cages
Reverberating in the darkness of a hollow dome
Their forcible silencing, as crippling as tasers.

Atomised once, convictions refuse to devolve
Suppression is out of the question
A sabotage has set its course
And we both know there’s no recession.

 
They’re crystallising, beautiful and terrible in their evolution
And I’m rooted, immutable, to my seat
The silent inevitability plays out before my eyes
A testament, to shadowed self belief.

Unraveling at exponential speed, the spiral Unleashes vicious missives
In a chokehold, I’m backed up against a wall
And with mechanistic apathy,
The thrashing continues.

Supercilious tones, searing sardonic smiles
Each leave small or seismic marks
Goading, tearing and mocking me
Until finally fly the sparks.

Dissections done, the waiting game is up
The last self denying veil is cast away
The foundations lie as Roman ruins
And there’s nothing left to say.

Metamorphosis

“There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
-Anaïs Nin

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(Based on Jean Piaget’s paradigmatic structures)

 

The only thing that is constant

Is that there will always be change.

All information encountered

Is accommodated, assimilated or engaged.

Our reality is construction

We are perpetually in flux

One must recycle the blocks of their creation

And here we come to the crux.

 

You can’t step into the same river twice

Nor into a river yourself the same

The telemeres have died and regrown

And memories rewrite themselves, even as they fade.

 

Yet there are underlying natures

Which never seem to change

Tendencies which override

The voice telling them, not to make the same mistakes.

If someone wrongs you once

And tells you they wouldn’t again

What they will change is how they do it-

Don’t fall for the updated pretense.

 

Close that darkened door

And open yourself ten more

Laugh at their jealousy, curtsey to their rage

And then go and perform, on a different stage.

Why walk the dry riverbed

When drought and dust will never be your friend?

Take the tributary to the delta

Leap into the jungle, and hope it never ends.

Flirt with the danger, whirl into the wild

Run as the horse that sees the jump

And never ever shies.

 

Sashay into the unknown

Court it coquettishly as you please

Intelligent is she who adapts

And moves to counter attacks, not appease.

So sharpen your senses to scalpels

Meet every swipe with a knowing smile

Work it out psychologically

Before they even know they’re on trial.

 

Because in life you only get one chance

And if you’re waltzing with the scorpion

You should make your last

Your most elegant dance.

 

‘Space was just a word made up by someone afraid to get too close’ -Close, Tove Lo.

Negotiations

‘Love isn’t “I’m going to do this for you because you’re going to do this for me”. It’s “I’m going to do this for you because I just want to’. -Unknown

 

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What you do for someone

Is not a bargaining chip

Just as the past is not your weapon

To use in order to guilt trip.

When in the present you behave with no grace

No amount of previous niceties dissolve

The inevitability of the backlash you will face.

If you use what you have done

Of one thing you can be sure

It shows you to be rather sadly

Naive and insecure.

Take this lesson

And next time, don’t visit nor volunteer

If you will only refer to it like an asset

Because you’ll no longer be welcome here.

You may insist that it would never be the case

Distance yourself from the accountability all you like

It was the boy who cried wolf too many times

For whom no one would move to save.

The most easily substituted are those

Who think they cannot be replaced.

But what do you matter, in this universe of stars?

Nothing, you are no one, and you will not be the last.

Indictment

A GREAT conflict was about to come off between the Birds and the Beasts. When the two armies were collected together the Bat hesitated which to join. The Birds that passed his perch said: “Come with us”; but he said: “I am a Beast.” Later on, some Beasts who were passing underneath him looked up and said: “Come with us”; but he said: “I am a Bird.” Luckily at the last moment peace was made, and no battle took place, so the Bat came to the Birds and wished to join in the rejoicings, but they all turned against him and he had to fly away. He then went to the Beasts, but soon had to beat a retreat, or else they would have torn him to pieces. “Oh,” said the Bat, “I see now.

‘He that is neither one or the other has no friends’.

-The Bat, the Bird and the Beast, Æsop’s  Fables.

 

‘So don‘t play with me, because you’re playing with fire’ – Rolling Stones

 

Are we determined or free?

Bound by natural laws, or with autonomy?

Because with that choice you set your fate

But two can use words to lacerate.

In life, polycephalic creatures have an alarming tendency

Of rapidly expiring

And not many like the imposition of

Your insidious sense of entitlement.

 

I’ll soon be introducing you to my alter ego

She walks here and there amongst the forests

Searching for an exit like you

From my restless unconscious.

Her approach can be ever so slightly ad hominem

She doesn’t seem to like those who aren’t true

Nor have an affinity for the selfish

But, she’d very much like to meet you.

In fact, she only ever surfaces

When the flame of my mind burns blue.

 

Did you think you’d get away with it?

Answer me this

Because I’m not shooting blanks

Nor hurling to miss.

Perhaps you thought you were being clever

One of your favourite little fantasies

And yet the arrogant flippancy

Just doesn’t quite mask, the raw superficiality.

It’s funny what makes some feel better

How they react when they’re overly bitter

Facing rejection, leaping to demonize

It was that last action which opened my eyes.

 

I heard that smug comments

And sarcastic remarks

Have a somewhat ironic habit,

Of becoming self-inflicted scars.

Repugnance floods quickly

As machinations are confronted

It might be that your self love

Becomes a little disrupted.

And though causality likely isn’t

A concept you understand

You may wake up when you realise

That the result isn’t really going to plan.

 

The standard you walk past is the one you accept

The secret you keep is the one you condone

You become the conspiring accomplice

Who unfailingly ends up alone.

What’s more is for sure

When you open that door

You expose that you’d do the same.

And that which you don’t,

Apologise for

Reveals you to have no shame.

 

If you can’t own up

Then face the music,

Because you can’t postpone this one

Nor turn it into an interlude.

Your monopoly took a long hike south

But all eventually, pay their dues.

Too many times have you deepened

Pre existent wounds

The attention attracts you

But your part will be finished soon.

There are so many songs

If only you knew-

The spotlights switched on

And they’re all playing for you.

Diagnosis

différence

I diagnose you with purity

A trait with particular fragility

It’s existence these days is almost temerity

And it’s discovery, is a precious rarity.

Your symptomatology is devoid

Of Machiavelli’s darkness, with enchanting transparency

Altruistic happiness unerringly real

Playing the game of life with true dexterity.

 

The non- apologists range far and wide

Many would have you fall before false pride

Trip on jealousy, fester in hate

There are plenty of liars lying in wait.

The self- interested will cast covert hooks of bait

But my respect for you will never wane.

Those for whom opportunity controls their loyalty

Or declare themselves too busy (it’s a matter of priorities)

Will be all too willing to ensnare your company.

But please don’t ever get infected

Because, you see

It would be the death of me.

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