Righteous Denial

Forsaken honesty,

Castigated lies,

Neither, neither are in thee, or me, or they,

Rather denial holds titanic sway.

One might ask of what I mean,

One might try to unearth an answer from my lips,

Perhaps unearth it from some other place,

Yet not one understands in all this race,

That we are not a truthful world, nor do we outright lie.

Denial, denial is our grand blade,

That we wield as if a shield, yet all it does is but draw blood.

You’ll find a man that you dislike,

Some distaste or decadent disgust he heaps upon your pride,

A man or woman it matters not,

Each has their reach upon the remaining lot,

And so this person of undetermined persuasion,

Both gender, age, status, or form of reason,

Claws upon the chords of your very being,

And thus you grow to hate them at their seeing.

Yet if they wander into your gaze,

And approach in a blindness built by kindness,

All you’ll do is look away or cut the speech or bend the truth,

And you walk away or move apart and do so with unweighted heart

So you applaud yourself for avoiding confrontation,

When what you’ve done is far worse in design,

You’ve denied yourself as well as he, or she, or they…..

And thus both are broken on the day.

Perhaps the other is a lover, and I speak only from experience,

Perhaps the other is a lover who, enamored to obsession’s whims,

Vainly struggles to produce some feeling in your depths

And you deny him or her, but when it comes time to justify,

You have nothing but the thought of their eyes down-fallen to the ground.

Not one chance,

Not one chance given on either earth or Hell or heaven,

Instead you say, my place is far from where they plan to set their star,

Instead you say, I need something that they do not have,

Or there’s someone else for me or them….

The list goes on, I’m too weak, too busy, too shallow, not good enough,

They are far too sad, too slow, too smart, too dumb, too tough,

Eight million words pulled from the tomes of your intolerant mind,

To scroll in front of your lids so that you go blind

To the fact that no matter girl or boy,

You deny yourself with immature ploy,

For the definition of man that most scholars and fools forget,

Is that we all can change, and gain, but most of all, regret.

And sorrow does but melt down walls,

Not shatter with a hammer, nor crush with cannon,

But just melt away with acid so that there is no trace remaining

Of the battle fought between, monster and man, moral and mean….

And fear may hold you in your place,

For sometimes our friendship reminds us of our great bonds,

So we do not speak solidly, or we do not speak at all,

And thus we do not tell someone the truth of how we feel,

And in return the other does not ask, for all are held to this same task.

So speak the truth in perfect form,

Don’t shave away the words that might alter its state,

For in the end, although most against this blade will still yield,

But one who steps forward with such strength

Can change the world and bring about a better day

When people fear not what others may

But rather what they may not say.