Nothing

Stubbed my toe, it throbbed for a while.
Seemingly the only thing to bring a tear to my eye.
Superficial pain that dulls in a minute
Colour me weird but I wished I lived in it.
Inside lives a hole that consumes all but produces nothing.
No hurt, no joy, squared styrofoam in a bucket.
Still waters feeling no rain, no creatures life to proclaim.
A desert with no grains.
Still the mind wonders, trying to comprehend
The physiological experience when one feels upset.
In its otherness lies beauty that stays inaccessible.
A lion in a cage, its pride oceans away.
This black abyss all consuming.
Thoughts of feelings pass through me.
Reality in its glory, to be numb. 

28/04/13 RBM

Response to Dean Atta & Carol Ann Duffy

This was an exercise in a class, a response to Dean Atta & Carol Ann Duffy in the form of poetry.

A blade held with rage.
The ignorant can not be saved,
From themselves.
And thus follow suit,
Whilst they try to refute
The truths that they've been taught.
The hatred based off of fear was taught.
And yet as in life, unlearned lessons
Are set to repeat.
A young man, future bound
Lifted off of his feet
His soul now gone.
His essence must flow, cause people Don't learn, how precious life is.
Not one more important than the other
And yet are still to discover the subliminal lies that some are...
Quote, more important based on race
Have the right to displace,
Anyone that proves their agenda wrong.
But still people walk blindly, talk blindly
About individuals as groups, like cattle.
Among the cattle are those that will fight to transpose, the ideology put upon them.
Yet it's not enough, to rebuff a generation of those, with their intended history locked sullen behind closed doors.
Within factions there is dissent, towards
Those who dare to bare their eclectic souls.
Not follow the line, to death or decline.
Enraging all those who stick to the mold.
Dismay at death, none of the good ones are left.
Infighting, outfighting, twisted bible phrases agendas.
Very little has moved forward, but to believe such is to resusc-itate hell fire, that bubbles under surfaces.
To acknowledge the mass hate, in hopes of debate,
Is to be percieved a fool.
For as long as everyone remains in boxes
It shall all be 'cool'.
RBM 28/01/13