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Without Delusions, Life Becomes a Wrecking Ball

Poetry By: Bill Rayburn

Denial + Delusion = Death

Submitted:Jun 30, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

Without Delusions

Life Becomes a Wrecking Ball

We see only what we want to see

A vain effort to be all we can be

When we hit the ball in the rough

We then question whether we're tough

So to survive we throw in some spin

In the short run, it allows us to win

But over time this will do us in

Denial to me is the worst of sins

So we kid, we hide and we smile

Never seeing truth all the while

In the mirror we put ourselves on trial

When it really is visual denial

To run away from the facts and the pain

Is what often keeps us sane

But peering through that window pane

May just make us go insane

Either way we choose to see life

We still float with the other sea life

Be they plankton, jetsam or flotsam

Delusions, oh yes, we all have got some

To be bold and brave and truly see it

To be cold on the wave, our ego - free it

With nary a flotation device

Or someone to simply be nice

We thrash and struggle and then drown

Probably while wearing a frown

To die while feeling like a clown

Without ever really making a sound

The unexamined life is there to be held

But to it I will never meld

Our delusions to the devil we spot weld

For help with those demons that need to be quelled

Where this gets us, nobody knows

But that "there" I knows I won't goes

Be it pastry or lobster or prose

To love thy best is done when one slows

To confuse our minds is so futile

Even when the truth is destined to be brutal

Our heart is tougher than we think

At bad news it will often simply blink

To gaze at ourselves so obliquely

Is to visit Denial Street weekly

We can never ever reach our goals

Because first we must walk on the coals

So face the truth, be it shitty or sad

One needs to face it when things go bad

Of course we'll end up going mad

But that's better than feeling we've been 'had'

With a wry grin and an icy cold drink

I will ponder, muse and I will think

No matter what lies on the next brink

I will face it, and then I will wink

So going deaf and dumb and blind

To most of what we find

We can peer truthfully inside is all

Or face the wrath of that big Wrecking Ball


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