Another "Well-Said"

A gem stumbled upon, origin unknown

Words to Live By

Via Piccsy

Pain

Its a knot in the gut
that won't go away
throbbing and growing
tighter each day
The flame in a spirit
burning so deep
that it's light can't be seen
and it's slave will not sleep
The bitterness poised
on the tip of a tongue
A shout that still waits
in the well of a lung
The pangs that assure us
we've not gone insane
Pain

The scars of the innocent
scorched by betrayal
smothered and fettered
by fear's heavy veil
The ache of injustice
shredding all trust
in a brother or system
now counted as dust
The bite of scorn sent
from the eye of a lover
The aching void left
by the death of a mother
The feeling in films
ushered in by the rain
Pain

Stinging assurance
by a slice through the skin-
to prove life is flowing
from somewhere within
The thundering silence
familiar to only
the secluded, forsaken,
abandoned, and lonely
The boiling of hunger
churning within
The shadow that follows
unreconciled sin
The weight of depression
like lead in the veins
Joy is seen clearest
through fractured glass
Pains

From Hell's Kitchen

Seize fresh truth 
trim the fat
 boil it down
to marinate 
 in spin
arrange what's left 
   on a plate
(Made In China)
 serve it hot 
to citizens
    starving 
    for substance
partisan egos 
      grow fatter
 on the whitebread 
 crust

processed blurbs
simplified halfstories
                          finger-pointing
statistical hat-tricks
     red and blue

        lies
forming the artisan
       fast-food 
      composite
  of American 
         political
    rhetoric.

The New Scorn

Selfish relationships
    breed emotional masochism 
don't look me
        in the eye
don't humor 
        or hold me
don't try
   to protect me

grace is the new scorn
	coals on my head

please cross me   
      deny me  
    mock me
     neglect me
make me feel better
   about the way 
       I feel
    when I don't get
  my way
I hold the umbrella 
   	of my heart
                      inverted
    come fill it!
it's ballast
  you see?
	it's heavy
     it hurts
  but shovel that mud
I'll offload it later
	when the time is right
       but relish it now  
    
while it makes me 
      
feel better 
      than you.