The Iron Hippo

Somewhat rough, a little melodramatic but here's to poetry and exhaustion...

She laughed and I laughed
"Isn't sad we're both fat hippos?
The hippo or hypocrisy is in every individual 
It is relative in size and sometimes can't be tied
Hypocrisy and Irony
The laws of life that torment us
Because our parents taught us and the worlds' rules forced us

God has an arsenal up in his heaven
His favorite knives to use are
Hypocrisy and leaven
The forbidden things that can cheat you out of heaven
They sleep close together inside his drawer 
Ready to be drawn to make us poor
Poor you poor me
We're both worthless meat
We stab at each other like we have critique that's concrete  
We use our tongues like little flames to burn and sear at our own mental chains
Because we're hurting, and need someone to blame
Hypocrisy: telling others or correcting others who are in the wrong
Like your hair is ugly
Or you're seeing this relationship wrong
Isn't funny how we're all great fat hippos 
bellies full of iron irony 
to feed us when we hungry
But the Iron Hippo will never be slated, its taste for inconclusiveness leaves us to be hated   
By ourselves
For others
By others
And for ourselves
"Isn't sad we're both fat hippos?"

That Post That Was A Poem.

Inspiration struck- I typed, this is the result. A lonely poem posted out of the blue because well... I had to! 

Shall I say of myself I long to be unhappy.

Shall I say that happiness

Like cheap gum loses its flavor quickly

That to be happy for one moment too long

One moment spent happiest

Is the most unkind

That sadness and discord of the soul

Are what fuel this mind to keep out mold.

But then shall I also say

That music

The best of sorts

The kind that lifts your heart and eyes to

Look heaven word

Well, this I shall say

This is the music I enjoy

Shall I also say that love and all things holy

Are what I crave for myself

That the peace of goodness

Is the sense of whole-ness.

Shall I also say that there is an infinite struggle

The fight for fright and life

The battle of two separate minds

Logic and faith

Fish and bait

Wanting to be early

But then again being late

The being and the maybe will be

The has been and the now it’s hurting again

Shall I also say there is an infinite struggle

That leaves my mind in mushy puddles

If I ponder too hard what will I say of you?

I should invalidate your taste and person

I should not let you affect me in person

I should shut you and I away in separate boxes- boxes of light and dark

Of mind and heart

But this is not of art

This is out of not wanting part

I don’t want to hurt you

I don’t want to love you

I don’t want to make you part of me

I don’t want to look at the inside because indoors is where ego goes to horde

Stores and stores of priceless precious opinion

Stores and stores of mooring-less points of derision 

Everything in me wants to run away

Run away

Block out

Shut up

Shut down

Shut out- open the door

shaking and anticipating

that maybe something hopeful may come out.

Shall I say of myself, I long to be happy.

Shall I say that the presence of hope is the best way I know how to cope.

Shall I say I love to be happy

Shall I say of myself, the pain is worth the sunshine

That the sun will shine

That happiness can be mine.

-dh