Settle
We keep knitting despair into dreams
Into the woolen distress of wintry
Deflections. These diminutive
Expectations have left us inorganic,
Invertebrate. We were meant to grow
Old together not to settle into our graves
At the first sign of controversy
Gannet
Your eyes, like a gannet pull from
Caesious’ pools the black aperture
Of an animated discernment.
Beneath your gaze I am blinded,
Wounded by a love armored ironically
Against casualty. I know that you see
Me as prey, as the ineffectual struggle
Of a lesser intelligence.
Harlot
Though aureate I remain servile, invisible
My hands even in propulsion only skim
The surface, yet my heart lies fathoms
Down dredged through the osseous silt
Of a dehumanized profession
Paradox
It is said that those who succeed need
Only to possess an extraordinary will,
Talent does not elevate in cases of
Inertia and genius, despite its impressive
Proportions, is often impotent. Mediocrity,
On the other hand, is known above all
For its prevalence and persistence it is a
Condition we strive to dispossess because
It does not lend well to survival. Yet, it is
Paradoxically and precisely because of this
Exertion that those who are considered
Average are more likely to flourish
Disbelief
Why must I be resigned to ineptitude?
Why must my graceless heart wrestle
Eternally with another’s disbelief?
Why am I unsuitable, unlovable,
Unredeemable as is?
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(A gannet is a bird noted for its diving-fishing abilities. Caesious is blue-grey I never know the words for colors so I always have to look them up. I recently watched a very inspiring talk on the subject addressed in Paradox somehow though I manage to be average and given to inertia lol But its still nice to know that the key to success is effort and that looks, intelligence, talent, and even thank god social finesse have a lot less to do with it then we think! The time for trying is over we must do!)
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