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Indifference

I Just Don't Care

I’m a very cold person if I so believe.
But does it serve me well to go on in this way?
That I do not enjoy it should offer a clue.
I can trick myself into believing it’s true
Just because all alone is how I’d rather stay.
From the world outside mine I deserve a reprieve.

It is fear, I suppose, that keeps me self-contained.
The baser human instinct I cannot predict
In myself nor in others. I’m safe in my cage
Where I’m free to indulge in a counter rampage
To reverse the effects of the thoughts that conflict
With my mental wellbeing which is peace ordained.

I’m a warm hearted, loving, and giving person.
Somewhere deep down inside I know that this is true.
So the opposite feeling which has less power
Yet with some negative momentum will devour
The self-nurturing instinct. The thing I can do
Is examine my ill thoughts. It may not be fun.

All sorts of ideas and strict definitions
Are ingrained in my psyche. They stain my spirit.
I must sift my way through them all and let them go.
They are ideas only. If they cause me woe
Then I know they’re not conducive to keeping fit.
As I purge I’ll remember to keep the good ones.

A Blue Jay’s Visit

Mischievous Messenger

There can be no disturbance like that of a bird
Who’s become a winged messenger of the divine.
Like the clear sky is blue with some whiteness of cloud,
The blue jay’s colors match it. That’s why it is proud.
For your visit I’ve waited. You are a sure sign
That the words that I need to hear soon will be heard.

Petrified am I often of sudden noises
Loud and shrill, they’re a nuisance. I can’t get much done
When the country is high on bombs bursting in air.
I was there once, but this time it wouldn’t be fair
To the brave who have fallen. I celebrate none
Of the grossly ironic that life proposes.

But that damned cackling blue jay is at my front door
Making such a commotion. At first I’m annoyed
At it’s utter audacity at audio.
My first thought is that this frigging creature must go.
But then it occurs to me it must be employed
By the angels in heaven where I’ve been before.

I am told that in boldness I must carry on
And defend my position vociferously.
Time for shyness is over. I haven’t grown meek.
I am guided by spirit by now. All I seek
Is the means to remain open and completely
In the hands of divinity as is the dawn.