boundless faggotry
As joy fades into a vague misplaced arousal, the mind is keen.
Later, lost among the leaves,
a sudden awareness of intense melancholy that befell in distraction.
The crimson spilled but for harsh milking if flesh,
ambivalent passion never connecting to home.
It bleeds nothingness.
Lost in mind, the path is forgotten though long traveled,
and the destination is nearly obscured from existence.
The stench of this world assaults my senses,
calling up wishes long discarded,
remembering tears behind a wall.
Tears shed in love and hate,
tasting bitter all the same,
are ghost memories of the flesh, weakness.
This is not despair but a radial sadness
borne by oblivious ass, unaware of its stink.
The star rises and dissolves into a feeling of loss and apathy.
Never finished, just hidden behind the eyes.
Take another poison and bury it again,
never let them see.
The one person at work, the one I cannot stand -- it turns out I was correct in my assertation. It became apparent in a conversation I was unaware of. Apparently the person had been talking with a pal of mine about the recent election. Their statement ran along the lines of "...My sister was really mad and was saying a lot of racial insults, and I agree with that, but -" and my pal cut them off, "hold on, you agree with that?" and she's all, "Yeah, sorta," and my pal's all, "You agree with your sister calling the president a nigger?" and person was all, "well, I didn't say that exactly," and pal said, "yes, you kinda did. He's going to be the president and if you don't like it than ignore it..."
Anyway, so I'm not the only person that has been witness to this individual's bigotry. Now, some people might say, "But Uschi, don't YOU cross those boundaries too? Don't be hypocritical..." and I do. I often enjoy pushing the bounds of decency in jest. But it's in jest and in reality I hold respect for all people unless they give me a solid reason to disrespect them. There is a difference of intent. And yes, my jokes can run in the line of awfully offensive. But they STOP at being jokes. Stereotype jokes are funny because stereotypes themselves are funny. Ridiculous, in fact. Case in point, I've heard many people stereotype Latinos as lazy and many generalize Latinos as hard-working. That's just... idiotic. Either way. But I digress.
Some people might say it's a thicker line than what I draw out. That's their right. Personally, though, I think the core values of a person speak louder than the things they say. And I find value in dancing along a thin line. It forces people to think about what they actually believe, including myself.
Later, lost among the leaves,
a sudden awareness of intense melancholy that befell in distraction.
The crimson spilled but for harsh milking if flesh,
ambivalent passion never connecting to home.
It bleeds nothingness.
Lost in mind, the path is forgotten though long traveled,
and the destination is nearly obscured from existence.
The stench of this world assaults my senses,
calling up wishes long discarded,
remembering tears behind a wall.
Tears shed in love and hate,
tasting bitter all the same,
are ghost memories of the flesh, weakness.
This is not despair but a radial sadness
borne by oblivious ass, unaware of its stink.
The star rises and dissolves into a feeling of loss and apathy.
Never finished, just hidden behind the eyes.
Take another poison and bury it again,
never let them see.
The one person at work, the one I cannot stand -- it turns out I was correct in my assertation. It became apparent in a conversation I was unaware of. Apparently the person had been talking with a pal of mine about the recent election. Their statement ran along the lines of "...My sister was really mad and was saying a lot of racial insults, and I agree with that, but -" and my pal cut them off, "hold on, you agree with that?" and she's all, "Yeah, sorta," and my pal's all, "You agree with your sister calling the president a nigger?" and person was all, "well, I didn't say that exactly," and pal said, "yes, you kinda did. He's going to be the president and if you don't like it than ignore it..."
Anyway, so I'm not the only person that has been witness to this individual's bigotry. Now, some people might say, "But Uschi, don't YOU cross those boundaries too? Don't be hypocritical..." and I do. I often enjoy pushing the bounds of decency in jest. But it's in jest and in reality I hold respect for all people unless they give me a solid reason to disrespect them. There is a difference of intent. And yes, my jokes can run in the line of awfully offensive. But they STOP at being jokes. Stereotype jokes are funny because stereotypes themselves are funny. Ridiculous, in fact. Case in point, I've heard many people stereotype Latinos as lazy and many generalize Latinos as hard-working. That's just... idiotic. Either way. But I digress.
Some people might say it's a thicker line than what I draw out. That's their right. Personally, though, I think the core values of a person speak louder than the things they say. And I find value in dancing along a thin line. It forces people to think about what they actually believe, including myself.