Cast The First Stone

Sometimes they say it's wrong for you
It can be a bit taboo
But if it is the utter truth
Sometimes taboo is right for you  
 
It can be a chocolate
Or a little sugar lump
Some times it is a sound that glares
Or a little tender mercy shared
So what if it's a little bit taboo  
 
Though it might make you cringe  
Hanging out at the fringe
Or have a bite of irony
It really might just set you free  
If it's a little bit taboo

Behold! The Mutant  
   
You say that I am pretty, but I’m naught.          
Handsome?... perhaps, but soul of shattered steel.              
True passion… wanting, were it even sought.              
And looks of love?... perhaps, but no thing real.              
              
You love my face, my smile, my body’s fit,            
But my true "self" you seemingly despise.              
Pronouncements made as if devoid of wit,              
An errant dog… in handsome man disguise.            
              
A better wraith or monster I would be,              
A half-formed thing from which you’d turn away.              
A thing perhaps that’s hideous to see,              
For thing(‘)s humanity cannot betray.            
              
So in your eyes a mutant I would seem,              
If with that look my humanness redeem.    

Rarely  
- if ever -  
did he have a real plan.  
Long term goals involving  
specific strategy and tactics  
remained, always, outside his thought process,  
always, absent in formatting
his routine, practice, or actions.  
Many a turn he made  
never a turning point, he reached...  
 
John Smith  
spent his days  
just reacting to anything  
jolting his comfort level  
- from childhood to college  
from marriage to fatherhood, work and finances -  
simply a reactive mass of flesh,  
he had, always, been  
with a constant vague anguish in mind  
with a constant pain in his guts...  
 
This was  
the realization  
John Smith, suddenly, came to  
in an accidental moment of clarity  
- in all truth, it brought him a slight smile -  
It really didn't surprise him.  
What did, what really shocked him,  
was that he came that far  
even if that "far"  
was where he had, always, been...