Pariahs of mind, heart and spirit

Immature of mind,
fear-bound of heart,
twisted of spirit …
Those who play
with others’ lives, loves, and beingness
by misuse of power,
  of rumour, of insinuation
to cover their inadequacies
- they, and their willing tools,
are showing the worst
of the immature.
Their petty, twisted, bullying souls
- vindictive, offended at change, unyielding
are pariahs of mind, heart and spirit. 

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2024 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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To a demon of yore

What demons possessed ye
demon of yore
that you could twist the knife
and hurt me so?

You won
- or so it seem’d,
but I
in the long run
had the greater victory
of work and play, 
while you stayed shrivelled
and fearful inside.

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2024 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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The gated communities of one mind each

The world worships
the great lie
- that sameness
must be absolute
for all things good
- friendship, love,
belonging. 

The world's worshippers
of that great lie,
terrified of uniqueness,
of tiny eccentricities,
of their personal truths,
live a lie
- a fraud of heart and mind and soul
to create the
seemingness of sameness ...
in gated communities
flooded with terror - most absolute - of variance;
each of those in turn filled
with gated communities
each of one timid, quaking, cowardly mind;
each dedicated to denying divergence. 

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2024 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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Dreaming of The Moon

 

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My burden

Tho' blows may bear towards
those I love,
striving to drive
to a path of pain and loss,
I can bear the bludgeons instead,
and watch their lives
unfold to untold joys and hopes,
tho' I must bear the pain and loss. 

But there is no sappiness here:
just the glow of knowing I have spared
others a needless loss,
against which mine
is the lesser loss.

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2024 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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