Mixed Up

[Delta40]

See my head in its red swimming cap?
I can't understand what it protects
or even towel dry its contents
for the world to judge and sentence.
I look away from my reflection
as if everything I believe might not be true.
There is hypocrisy buried inside of me
like Extreme Christiandom vs Islamic Terror.
Surely neither can be holier than the other?
Body parts of me are jam packed with
explosive feelings that will never be understood
in a lifetime, even when they're blown apart.
A mixture of theories and half baked ideas
will destroy walls and slap faces so hard
the memory will leave a lasting sting
as we crumble back into nothingness.
Then what do we do? Remember pain
like the handmark of our parents
and watch one severed foot
thrown in front of the other?

[Buh4Bee]

I love this one. I can relate so well. It's a beautiful articulation of a moment's time after the mirror appears. It's hard not to get philosophical...and about our own internal dialogues and struggles. Loved this one!

[Delta40]

Wow I came across this today pasted in an old journal and had to check lit-net to see that I'd actually written it! See what taking the wrong epilepsy medication can do to your brain???

[YesNo]

Very nice descriptions. It might be titled "mixed up" but it all seems to tie well together.

[Delta40]

Thanks YesNo. I want to edit it but too much time has elapsed.

[PrinceMyshkin]

It has the characteristic force and pitiless self-description of so many of your poems.

[ShadowsCool]

Hypocrisy and anger go well together. I enjoyed the read.

[Delta40]

Thanks Prince and Shadow. I don't know where my head was when I wrote this. I had this journal full of ideas for stuff that I'm trying to make sense of. Characters, dialogues, notes for research on the differences between hospital grade towels and 5 star hotel towels.....

[Sancho Panza]

This is a very well written piece that to my ears sounds like an apt description of the contradictions and complexities of modern life. I particularly like the line "as we crumble back into nothingness" about how that life will ultimately end, yet memory will live on...

[Bar22do]

But we're never understood, we're mostly lost and always alone... epilepsy or not... there is force in your poem, one that reflects rather universally our common struggle for life, against nothingness....