“Okay” mask tumbles;
She reaches for its pieces,
But only finds tears.
K.N.O.W. Wednesday, October 7, 2015. Sometime between 21:00 and 00:00 hrs.
Collection 01. No.00
Cynicism
Old Rhythm Returns?
Today, I started writing, and I noticed the Old Rhythm* had come back,
And where once I had expected great joy to escape
On seeing that my words no longer resembled sharp blades,
or blunt clubs,
All I felt was disappointment,
Because I knew what it really meant,
And I know what it means.
It means the walls have come tumbling down,
And the gilded bars from the old cage** I once spoke of,
Have been turned into pretty curlicues
On a beautifully decorated house;
And then I noticed that this house, housed
No façades, and a Human*** really did reside within it.
Still, it all made me frown,
For every beauty is fleeting,
And new structures eventually venture
To Dilapidation****;
So, until then new Old Rhythm,
I’ll watch you carefully,
With my upside-down frown.
Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron
Friday, April 24, 2015. 13.25 hours.
* Rhythm
** Liberation
***Human
****Dilapidation
Detached
Heat that feels like ice
Water: like the arid desert floor
Devil – like innocence
Thinly veiled cynicism;
That’s the world to me.
There is no relationship that matters
Every link is a cord that binds
A bondage of mutual benefit
A benefit of hidden malice
Poison ivy- covered envy
Beautiful to the inexperienced
Poisonous to the naive babe
Delicious apple to the sweet witch.
Confused?
I hope so
Cause that’s the way it is.
There is no comprehension
No cohesion for the weak minded
Just an insane concoction,
Of fake feelings
False words
And leering lust.
No love.
Mother to child?
Ha!
Yea, right!
Can a person love her rival?
Can the mentor impart the real-
The real thing?
Nah.
Cause we’re all detached
There ain’t no love
Just selfish grabbing.
There ain’t no trust
Just contract sharing.
Watch yourself,
We’re all detached
Trust no one
Not even yourself.
Cause there’s no cure
No cure but love
And love ain’t there
Cause there’s a detachment.
New voice for the moment
Feel the vibe that I’m sending?
Hear the words pouring out of the mouth that I’m using?
No solid position
No consistent involvement
Not a passion to feel
Not a feeling to burn.
I’m sorry
The detachment may go
It may come
Can you fight it?
Can you save yourself
When I just filled your thoughts with my poisonous spout?
Ha!
Change voice again
Another rhythm for the flow
Another flow for the rhythm.
Don’t be fooled
This has no reason
Just a mindless splurge
From an unamused voice
See the way I keep pulling
Pushing you in circles?
Can’t follow can you?
Got you all over this place
Reading a rant that’s got no reason
No season
Nor sense.
Like I said
Sorry for the detachment
Save yourself if you can
Maybe if you found an anchor with a chain?
Oh s88t wait!
I just cut the chain
Ha!
Now you really are detached
All cause you followed the mindless raving
Of a crazy young mind.
Fine.
No need to freak.
I’ll send you the tie
The bind that can save you.
Here’s the life line:
Take a risk
Live your life
Love
You don’t need none in return
Share
You don’t need no gifts in your hand
Lend a hand
Someone else will pull out the other
Clean the s88t
Don’t let your foot stay stuck in it
Wipe your eyes
That’s precious water for a life
No need to be detached
No need to be afloat
I just gave you the line
Now it’s your turn
Either take my crazy spiel
Or sink in the cold cold filth.
Love ya.
Words of nonsense from a cynic to the world.
Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron
Thursday, March 15, 2012.
*boredom at the office
