Con Artist 2

“I am untouchable.”
He brags
Dunning-Kruger Effect
He doesn’t know
Damocles’ Sword
Hangs over him

He whines
Like a flea ridden street dog
When he thinks he’s in trouble
But quickly again
Gains confidence
Forgotten his alleged:
– mental health issues
– family funerals (his family is dead they all died apparently according to his statistic)
– family emergency
– broken car
– clients not paying him (this is why he is just taking your money duh!)
– drug addiction (he almost forgot to mention)

As he attacks
Before his teeny tiny tail
Goes between his legs again
As he goes to sleep
Dreaming of being a lion

Con Artist

Conman galore
He
Resides
In
Social Media

Marking time
Angling for victims
Ripping off
Thinking he has a good thing going
Intend on being rich
Never dreamt of being caught

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Yellow Candy

A yellow hard candy
a small gesture.
How are you?
Long time no see!

Early morning mates,
Before anyone else,
Moments of care,
Moments of noticing,

A fleetingly passing
Web of being seens.

Hellow hard candy wrapped in transparend foil on black background

Early morning walks along the canal are my favourite there is a crowd of the same people each day. I had a longish break from the walk changing to lunchtime. When I picked up my early mornings again, there was much rejoicing from a group I met every day. They were sincerely concerned about my wellbeing. We had a bit of banter and I got a hard candy as present.

Summer Rain

It won’t
It will
Ach it’s going to be okay
Humidity hits me
As I watch clouds growing darker
I don’t want to carry anything
I just want to walk
And so I do
Just me
Myself
And warm summer rain on my skin
It was okay after all

Rain drops on the canal. Trees heavy with rain lined along the sides

How are you?

I am
Scintillating between rage and relentless optimism
Rage against:
Injustice
Unfairness
Hate
Anger
Egomania
Ignorance
Self-righteousness

Spending too much energy on fruitless anger
Nothing to come off it but exhaustion

Drawing from deep within:
Light
Connection
Support
Love
Friendship
Stories
Art
Make the light stick!

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Not sure if this is still part of the poem or not ….

Stop being offended for the sake of satisfying self-righteousness
Your anger is not strength
It is fear compressed into tunnel vision
Strength is the ability to listen
To challenge your own worldview
To understand that the other
Holds as much worth as you

So you think your words aren’t worth?

Your worth was given at birth.
It is value you try to prove–if you must.
Trust the journey.
Every day you become more than you were yesterday.
Your life is worth.
Your humanity is worth.
Your smile is worth.
Your tears are worth.
Your pain is worth.
Your joy is worth … is worth the time and the space you inhibit.
Value is added.
What is it you want to give?
How do you want to serve?

Into the Wild Woods

The fox cackled
Loudly
The night breeze caught
A scent
The mouse quietly
Scuttled
The bat chased
Intent
The hedgehog clomps
Noisy
The night owl carries
Prey


And I stand still–a monolith
A wild-woman overlay

Avenger Angel

When I was made
Into blood and bone
My shield was lost
My sword was thrown

Came to in a place of
Water and stone
Which I was now
To call my home

My flaming sword
Whereabouts unknown
A burning drive
For justice grown

Sabre tooth tiger
I pace alone
Melting glaciers
Leaving loam

Sacrificed, reborn, consigned, the henge
Beware I will be back for my revenge










Projections

A blacked out IG landing page. The IG image in centre, a spiral of words used in the poem circles around. In red it reads: You are blocked

Fear
Projects condescension and spite

Grief
Projects anger and rage

Shame
Projects self righteousness

Guilt
Projects dehumanisation

The Projector burns holes into the slides
Self righteousness has been in too long

Truth
A new slide
Projected onto the narcissist
Desperate to quelch the flames

Mirror images are waiting
Alone
Mirages of former hope
Waiting
Dreaming
That one day
One day not too late
You turn
To look
Into
The mirror

Projections can be fierce both for the person who (often) unknowingly projects, as their perception of reality and relationships can be challenging to live with. And the projectee as they constantly are given aspects which are not part of their reality or identity. Becoming aware from both sides is important.

Parental Alienation

Artwork

Interacting through art
The only way to be part
Warped realities thwart
Truth in love apart

Until you come into yourself
These are the times that’ll help
To plant your feet in kelp
Entangle your roots back to your self

That be the time you understand
The breadcrumbs leading across all lands

Where always meant to be the way home
Through tears and joy–back to blood and bones

That’ll be the days of brave
When standing tall within yourself is save

Went to see stepchild's graduation exhibition. The only way for dad to interact. PA was visious, aggressive, full of lies and warped realities. Don't know how many times I wished we understood PA earlier.