Disingenuous

To be told
That dust is a small dirt
To be told
That a slight is a mere hurt
The consequences
Of the minute-
belie the reality
Of universal truths.
To destroy the essence
Of infinity,
Is the careless premise
Of idiocy.
Betrayal takes no time-
Assaults emit
moments gargantuan
of painful echoes
That spin
Through eternity
To test forever
The survivor's security.


J.Bibi

Juxtaposition

I don't like you.
But I wish you well,
I wish you ease-
I wish you joy
And I wish you peace.
Your problem, if you don't understand
Words which come from my heart
Displaying a different kind of worldly essence-
Which, from your 'normal' does part.
Something- that you may well never understand,
As it is confusion you draw from my very presence.

J.Bibi

Mother

The violent, hot air that is the damaged man- a father,
Supersedes the quiet dignity of that upon which he does stand-
Yet time always reveals the truth- nothing but the whole truth:

The real power of the entire world lies,
In the patient love of the woman that cries-

The tears of pain and frustration, are signs of dedication-
An understanding of the Universe and of all human civilisation;

People hide the realities of existence in games of subjugation.

J.Bibi

Fierce

Through the mountains of danger-
Boils insidious, scathing, hot anger,
The feet stumble onwards, blistered
And the hands toil forwards, scalded,
The ever growing fires which so afflict
And leave within every soul a conflict-
Must be ever resisted as a holy struggle,
Despite the rage and pain of dis-ease,
Even when the fierce blaze of trouble-
Scorches everything with eloquent ease.

J.Bibi

A Fake Death

It's hard, to stand upright,
When the thorn in your side-
Stabs and stings all the time,
It's hard not to look back in anger-
When the past won't die
And leave you alone.
It's hard to look forward,
With all the obstructions
Covering your path.
In time, the pain becomes numb
And normal is a fake death;
Living but not quite,
The juxtapositions of a hard life.

J.Bibi

Paradox

If the real world was a different place,
Then the walls of indifference would be out of place.

This weakness that flows through all of the universe,
Makes for the balance and creation of the universe.

Though the unseen scars are evidence of the struggles of a life,
The puzzles and pathways of power, obscure the realities of life.

In eternal hope we trust and hold onto, with the might of all our fears,
The future is bright, as the trust in truth helps us to overcome our fears.

J.Bibi

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Iridescent Truth

The truth; always enigmatic,
Forever elusive and iridescent,
Is revealed, sooner or later-
Whether the shades of time
Pro-actively bury it, or not.

Under every rejuvenating sunrise
And every determined sunset-
The days show, regardless of place
And in irrelevance of time and way;
The honest nature of every living entity.

J.Bibi