By Tony DeLorger © 2012
I am impaired by dull and monotonous pleas,
words void of impact from hearts lack-luster,
murmuring meek and resistant,
to the truth tall standing.
How I detest their whining,
their incessant drone of in-consequence,
forever raking the soft flesh of my ears,
and imbibing an anger of impatience.
I wish my thoughts could cull the throng of the mundane,
cut short the lives of trite pretense,
and assemble a mastery of valid passion,
to quash the meaningless quivery of loathing.
But here I stand, surrounded by the nattering of bugs,
the profundity of illusions and the silence of right,
while I languish in my own abstinence,
unwilling to chose complacency over value.
How willing am I to fade into the veil of commonality,
relinquish hold on my values of substance,
and dumb down my brain to accept languid reality,
the beginning of a slide from enlightenment.
In all that I am I wish this tirade to end,
the sounds of battered voices relenting,
to end their monotonic drone,
and leave a mind at peace with its own impartiality.