Friday, April 15, 2011

Poem 105 of 365/to frustrate

To Frustrate


Friendship extended with trust in hand, followers wallow in matters they cannot comprehend,
Anger has handed out trophy's to the lier who wobbles permanent on my stand;
he gets away with forgiveness as my heart struggles to apprehend.
I smile vivaciously to disguise my pretend, chewing on circumstance of flavors that no longer blend, dancing with the rhythmic confessions of a confused and jealous man, I dissect violence into mathematical pieces only frustration can understand.

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