https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2022-01-11T23_04_13-08_00
Delving into others’ souls and expecting even a twinge of acknowledgment. Forget about it.
I cannot listen to any more excuses as I try to navigate a globe of self-introspection and self-doubt.
Thinking you have a real connection with someone will always bite you in the ass because even real people are rarely present.
Learned a long time ago even being the bigger person doesn’t mean the plank you’re walking is a two way street.
That goes double if your intellect is as sharp as a hatpin, popping everyone’s vapid balloon of snapdragon synergy.
Your intentions may be the gold standard and still alchemy ain’t for losers in a metaphysical world of don’t you dares.
Touched the hot stove at my Aunt Hilda’s and though I remember how my
finger hurt I still oftentimes will jump into the flames because a
curious cat will never learn to steer clear from another’s bubbling
cauldron of duress.
Call it reckless or careless behavior while I believe I have a calling
having everything to do with pressing my ear against the wall of a
humanity forever bleeding and breeding discontent and misinformation.
It’s a losing proposition walking out onto the edge and actually
expecting anyone to notice the grand and oftentimes stupid gestures you
make.
Doctors may have a God complex while poets have a people complex meaning
they will attempt to connect with people who want simply to be left
alone.
I knocked on the door and when there was no answer I scurried away like a king rat or great magician.
Charles Cicirella
1/10/2022
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