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The insipid nature of a lesser poet.
There's softness to the edges
where battered bruises swell
stagnation wreaks of havoc
as bitterness shows it's tell
Fraught of curious cruelties
left strewn all laissez-faire
piercing blistered lashes
wielded sans a thought or care
Cloaked of cursed shadows
casting lines to widely catch
hooking hatred with barbed wire
smallness knowing it's outmatched
Bile sowing discord
becomes urgent breath to bate
sounding off in tempered tantrums
only ends in your own sealed fate
Speaking flowers twisted with poison
to appease something broken inside
is spitefulness beating a dead horse
a guilty hallmark with zero pride
Darkness isn't cover
from truth as bright as day
as woolen eyes slowly unravel
eventually hell will have it's say
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*Love me or hate me; it doesn't change reality or the facts themselves.
I have never lied, belittled or turned a blind eye to attacks meant to torment or hurt. I operate with respectful integrity and express that by being fair, forthright and with actions that reflect my words. I don't skirt polices or browbeat by bully pulpit.
I have only ever spoken out when standing up for myself, as I do now; accepting that doing so, might very well make me a bigger target. It's not an easy decision, being non-confrontational by nature, but one I made because it's ultimately the right thing to do. When you find yourself teetering on an edge, very reluctantly dealing with wicked meanness for no good reason, passive-aggressive cruelty, hateful spite, bullying and pettiness, all of which is apparently seen as not only being 'ok' but seemingly encouraged and rewarded— it forces your eyes to be opened wide with the truth and a deep realization to stand up for what you believe in- for what is right. That's what should be first and foremost. So, here I am, speaking up and out—loud.
Some believe traveling the high road and ignoring this type of immature behavior is the only way for one to properly respond. I did too, for the longest time but after doing that far longer than I should have without any improvements, a light bulb of illumination went off after being made aware of these latest attempts at cruelty; this time it was being called "a pissed off lessor poet, who needs to have my eyes opened, to see past my own nose and find out how stale my poetry has become." I'm a big girl and can take being bad mouthed. It's the nonstop nature of it that wears you down. I know it may appear to be a somewhat innocuous poke but it's the point of it all. I shouldn't have to be made to feel like shit or attacked for no reason, no one should. This passive aggressive pettiness was only meant to continue to stir the pot by causing harm, intimidation and hurt and that IS the very point. So with that final straw of a hurtful jab still resonating, I said enough is enough; no more. If anyone has a problem with me, too bad. I'm not going anywhere, so deal with it.
Knowing that this type of response might very well feed the trolls, giving them exactly what they want, I believe there's a bigger reward, which is the comfort and deep relief felt when (hopefully) seeing how much of an enormous spotlight will shine down on what so desperately needed to be dragged out of the dense, dark cesspool and disinfected by the sanitizing clarity of truth's sunlight.
Hypothetically, if one is brazen enough to once claim innocence of fault, blame or inappropriate action; only to later freely suborn and profit from similar/comparable actions done to another publicly on their behalf, than they'd not only be a bully themselves but they'd also be a hypocritical liar, too. And If there's anyone whose eyes would need opening, it would be theirs, along with any and all who might have supported or condoned said actions along the way.
The lack of awareness and blatant disregard in seeing and comprehending that we're all human beings with individual flaws and strengths is astounding and almost ironic. So, instead of hiding behind a falsified version of the truth, maybe first try being honest or perhaps engaging in an attempt to personify that of a decent human being by demonstrating some genuine kindness and compassion.
Karma is real justice; whatever hurtful awfulness one puts out into the universe can't be counterbalanced or glossed over with the smoke and mirrors of inauthenticity and will definitely come back to have you reap what you sow, in the end. Also, like the saying goes, people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, especially when living in such a precariously constructed one of their own.
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