tension and tight ropes

theres been a lot of negative tension in my house lately between my parents and me. and the way i vent is through my writing. so this is about the tension =]

its hard living in a home where nothing feels the same

as it did yesterday morning

no one seems to find a reason to laugh

blank stares and rage inflicted conversations

 

i try to tune out the hate and anger

the fills these rooms where we used to sit and smile

nothings the same in a home where

the child is the mess up

and the parents are the disappointed ones

 

i walk away at least for half an hour

the clock moves too slow for a new day

a day just like the one before

all the emotion we could never handle

paints the walls with blacks and whites

 

we were never the all american television perfect family

and we never will be

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[Pax Analog]

Poignant, darlin'.

Not only is this sad for you, in presumably confessional mode, but it's all too typical.

One could say there are a plethora of reasons for familial heartaches, or one could say there is primarily ONE reason: lack of awareness of the ART & SCIENCE OF LOVE. Unfortunately, "normality" is a machinery of rise and fall, of being more AT EFFECT, than cause, or even better, A-CAUSAL, wherein one's primary spirit is not determined by outer or even inner events, but by an over-riding intelligence re LIFE being more valuable than acculturated garbage.

Buddha-mind is not some exotic unattainability, o apologists for pointlessness or the mythic counterfeiting of Spirit, a la faux-salvationist gibbering.

The principal irony of your poem is that the "all-american television family" is dysfunctional beneath its vapid robot smiles as well. The Matrix is more fact than fiction.

This relatively free-standing man can only recommend the heartening history of Spirit, the perennial wisdom of Tao, Zen, Advaita Vedanta, and all the crazy wisdom the artists w/indomitable senses of humor exhibit.

I personally want to contribute to the kind of core liberation that counters yet another generation suffering the siege of futility that we call "ordinariness." Love is the discipline, not the goal.

"Tension and Tightropes" -- the hi-wire act of brave artistry is your best response to the ambience of pain.