Having Arrived

.
.
I have
Arrived
In Paradise.
I found
That were
Glimpses
Of Paradise
Everywhere,
Though
To see,
What
I was told,
Was true
Paradise,
I was
Required
To narrow
My vision
To avoid
All that
Is not.
Thus blinded
I see
Neither you,
Nor myself,
Nor may
I travel
The path,
For I have
Arrived.
Or am I
Nowhere?
Is this
Paradise,
So comfy,
Climate
Controlled?
Tomorrow
Will be
Like today.
Perfect.
Perhaps
With a
Soft bed
And dual
Thermostats?
Yet there
Was a voice
That said
Paradise
Is love.
Before
I could
Not see,
There where
Written words
Proclaiming
Go this way,
Do not ask
Questions.
Stopper your ears.
Blind your eyes.
To obey
Is love.
So easy
To obey
When told
To pamper
Myself.
Trust
The voice.
Trust is love.
Easy comfort
Is love,
And
Love is
Paradise.
I am here,
All snugly.
Now what?
From where
Does Paradise
Get power?
Does anything
Beyond
My own
Welfare
Matter?
Will I notice
The children
Die
While sleeping
So cozy safe?
No matter,
I,
Having arrived,
Am at home,
In Paradise.
.
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Bear … 02.11.2016
ⓒbearspawprint2016

Discordant

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.
The dark comfort
Of my cries
Has left me.
I thought I wailed
My body’s insult,
Agonized and alone,
Releasing pain,
Screeching
Unchangeable history,
One discordant
Half-step
From music
.
But I was wrong.
Worse, my validity
Is merely rejected.
My screaming
Anguish has been
Decreed hysterics,
And ignored,
But for more
Duty traps carefully
Laid as hazard
For escaping
Songs overheard.
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Bear …11.29.2014
ⓒBearspawprint2014
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