Resolve, Evolve

The wheel turned, a mesmerizing cascade

of days, years gone by the script reeling

“next year”, a whispered sardonic motto.

 

Next year, she will find calculated bliss

not at the bottom of a delectable pint

rather in the remorse of a tightened bottom.

 

Next year, he has unwittingly promised

shiny baubles of exorbitant fantasies

with an air of dedicated romance.

 

Next year, she will narcissistically capture

the desperate plastic of magazine perfection

nip ‘n’ tuck, needles are her best friend.

 

Next year, he has faithfully pledged

thoughtless, contrived words of charity

devoted only for a selfish, divine end.

 

The cacophony of promised change

spins a cycle of unfathomable greed

the consumerism of resolutions unmatched.

 

The wheel turns, a shift of perception

in time unmeasurable and unforgiving

beyond the cycle we become enlightened.

 

This turn, we will discover sweet relief

for millions of hopeful, willing stomachs

forgotten in gluttony’s rolling sea.

 

This turn, we will lovingly devote

sparkingly smiles of time spontaneous

painted with colors of living ardor.

 

This turn we will joyfully embrace

the untouched beauty of diversity

fulfilled through self-realization.

 

This turn, we will graciously support

with opened, involved hands of help

intent on the enlightenment of all.

 

This turn, we will evolve.

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Polarity

The shredding has begun again,

I breathe: 1…2…3…pause, but

flow gates have opened to

unabated scorn, contempt,

secrets of a monthly guile

left me with despicable remarks,

if only I can contain it within.

This time, I say, will be normal,

as I writhe in unwarranted tears

and futilely berate chemicals

to not let the tender, pure swan

transgress into the impaired harpy.