Drubbing

Most people don’t understand my intensity
To be a fly on the wall where two people
Talk about you privately so you can
Discover your own truth
Away from the things that they
Are unwilling to say to your face
To protect your feelings
Or keep you from benefiting
From yourself; tell me

The message today is don’t give up
Choked up by the strains
It’s harder in your brain than it is in real life
Drubbing along without awareness
For the future blunders
Because how can we know
And you wake up and there’s
Another smack down
And what seems insurmountable
Is the next thing that you accomplish
That’s the turnaround

Even people that don’t move out of place
Can find tragedy knocking
On their doors blind or otherwise
Inhibited in some way

Poor underbrush burning
Like a campfire in the spring
Throw some self resentment
Onto the flames and turn the volume up
Perhaps there is a way to figure
It all out before the final clock ticks

Verdant green branches
Holding out for the lesser things
Are also supporting the cryptic rhapsody’s
That tug away at our heartstrings
And beg forgiveness for simply being

I can’t remember exactly what she said
Only that there’s more to life than this!

© GÄ

Slide

When your friends hate your success
Despise your willingness to keep going
To tick boxes of efforts you strive to
Conceive shifting circles shedding by
Everything in between old friends
Watching you attain the dreams they
Have yet to achieve triggered to see you thrive
It’s gruesomely quiet in a desirable way
Although he couldn’t stop himself from
Wanting worse for others than good
Makes them smile to see you fail
A fire is shot into thin air by way
Of dissatisfaction and fear an elevation
To adhere to the greatest principle
Ingrained within we learn to love them
At a distance and keep summiting on
To the top of the mountain and then
Back down and of course back up again
Don’t let them win or suck you down
Into their pits of grotesque despair
Let go to feel closer to your true self
Walk through the pile that’s placed
Before you to hold you back from
Your evolvement indeterminatly
Although she could not stop herself from
Secretly despising all the capabilities
I was not able to hide from my talents
My gifts my considérâtes all the happiness
That my grandmother built in me
All the encouragement that I was taught
To be with affectations of kindness
And mystical wisdom I have found
It is not always met with the same satisfaction
Adored with the same curiosities found
It is abhorred and coveted for by close
Friends and relatives that cannot grasp
Their own abilities to become more or
Dive into their own creativities they must
Look to someone else and when they do
Resentment floats in like a dark cloud
That’s what slides are for

© GÄ