 - 18/09/18, Motueka Every man who feels the need to release anger or frustration as a brutal assault, or any assault, onto another's choice that they make for themselves, only serves to reveal the frailty of their own self-confidence, how shallow that self-confidence is, how indoctrinated the mental state is to relying on another person's acknowledgement or consent to please the inner desires of the self. If a person cannot receive love, gratitude and contentment through personal selfhood, and must seek this things from outside, they become slaves to the desires that demand satisfaction from outside the self. Your inner turmoil is your own insecurities feeding the hatred you inflict on others.
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Foam tides in
On coastline’s setting moon, White on white Haze. Glancing light, Dancing ripples Blinks the eye On pipeline’s mini tubes Splashing, Shushing, Whispers, trickles Footsteps reached Standing beach Lying leech Wordsmith’s boots Teach to forget Aching knee joints Steel caps each new step Where the water lets Wells drained And Seats wet.
Are we all seen in bad light
To the unseen good, Trustlessness quotes From a dishonest build. The book the world wrote, So no honesty goes unpunished, The struggle to survive, Is the honest struggle to lie.
  If all these seas were beached,
If all I saw was lost, If all windy sails reached, Who will harbour the cost? Chill.
Gripping wounds. The endless tomb. Broken crosses. Unkept promises. Search the field, autumn rot. Here lies the sword, drenched. "Eve" a call reaches for, Heard. A short walk Ignored. Darkness, horror Broad daylight, Throat killer.
Sleeping cold grey hills, rumbling stomach
Release the rain, Open wound a manner of spite, Drooping eyes, dripping sky. Mounting darkness leaves the ground, Littered shadows to Closing trees, scrabble for shelter These games, these games, pen and paper. I tire looking for land Upon which to stand, Make my bread, duvet cover, Inner. The silence grows, Bleats and squawks as ears listen. Trembling heart, eyelids close Forget the thought, It was never yours. The third person says to self: Observe the first, just Keep your eyes on her, don’t look away Keep you eyes on her Rising. From the carbon We’re all made. At the end The day is dim, Dimming dimmer As mist becomes vaguer. And dreams dream of themselves Traps spring From set-pieces. I am finished.
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