Dime Store Ramblings

Dime Store Ramblings
 
Where are my people who read the words?
Where are the ones who dread yet nonetheless know
Do you yet sit upon the seat of expectation?
Many miles have shaped us
Many streams have flowed
Where is my exposed empaths?
You wear your heart upon your sleeve
Many miles away we have seen the blackened shore
Many dreams to come show what we live for
For you and I love is where we find it
And love is everywhere
And hate is everywhere
Equal discovery need not boast equal portion
It has always been so and will continue to be unabated undiluted
Who’s to say the minds corridors are not equally valid
My portion is a pound of love yet negated by an ounce of hate
I am confused with this age
I suffer no pride though I may appear so
Emotional fodder upon the now
The style of the day releases obligation but not so for me
I am aloof from fear not obligation
I am jolly but my rage simmers
Be not the answer be liberation
Be the key be not liberation from love
I crawl as the dawn bids me sleep
I cry as the situation allows
I am constantly peering at the abyss
I pray to empty gods whose word dissipate in the ether
I stand upon an empty alter
Are you my perfect dove?
My unblemished offer lies in a world of make believe
Upon words scrolled upon a dubious page 
I would not offer up embellishment to the heavens
The futility is apparent
I would instead treasure your jewels in the sun
Perhaps I am too cryptic
Do I stand upon a lonely shore?
I am my light
I am my strength
I am my world
I am
I am
I am
I am
You fricking bastards I am

Michael J Garland ©