They’re not here to help anybody
They’re here to help you make their numbers
They don’t care about your feelings
I am ultimately non-secular so
It is difficult to touch the abstract numb
The narcissistic unfeelingness
Of the earth people around me
Hanging new life on the walls
To inspire others planting roses
In the garden cleaning up the shop
I find others rearranging my efforts
Not in a way to make it beautiful
In a way to make it theirs
What if this then pushes the great escape
To fall into a well of mollies and
Swim away where I one day soon
Arise to see my face aimed at the mirror
And not recognize my eyes or my smile
Meeting new beings I often
Double check my eye contact
With myself to see if the human in there
Is ready to be observed by the world
Without a false sense of security
Without nuisance
Hugging someone else’s dog
Sitting on someone else’s couch
Planting flowers on someone else’s property
A ricoche effect that leaves an uneasy
Lack of security wavering in the
Cold or hot winds that pass by
Comforting children that don’t belong to me
Am I the renegade of unowned property
Caring for the world that does not belong to me
Just nurturing life around me
As the excitement with the reception
Of my feelings and nature catapult
Good will is often like a head on a stick
Though it sounds gruesome
To an empathic person the gore
Is in the details of explanations
On how a sensitive soul
That wants to live and be loved
Feels rejected by its surroundings
They need to check in with
Roses love you unconditionally
Plants love you unconditionally
Dogs love you unconditionally
Emotions leave earthlings feeling
Uncomfortable and for that
How do you tell people to stop running
Without knocking them down!?
I understand it is easier to be
Unfeeling apathetic and indifferent
Perhaps even hateful
I only have love to give
The leftovers of a human heart
Laid plainly on the table
© GÄ
Poétique 