Cynical Ol’ Me
Cynical Ol’ Me
23 February 2011
The feelings I within you stirred
either at four,
fifteen,
or thirty-three.
Marvelously,
with tacit and spoken word;
All I did,
I did so effortlessly.
Hardest you flick your pen,
harder still forming warts
hoping to recreate something lush.
Unwavering distrust
fit our hearts.
Now apart
we wave our brush;
But watch now still as the ink adorns the pallor
remember now
never did we lie abed
without speaking lies—nothing of valor;
Imprisoning truths and grievances in our head.
Perceive us now as rudimentary
to what once we had I am not receptive.
for we now are deemed elementary
rather than what once we were
before adequate perspective;
Do not panic for this world is beautiful still.
Apply your labor toward the human condition.
At will we lost, we lost at will.
Should we repent on the consequence of our volition?
It was a resolution, think!

We wasted time looking for breadth
Blinded,
blinded,
blinded, blink!
For a moment you lost your breath
Tis over now, so please move on
Eliminate me from your art
Think of your present, not my past.
Rise from your slumber. Rise from your bed.
Awaken now to hear the violent laughs
Awaken now to realize my hand no longer props your head
David González Valles
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