Death by Disparity

What is the point of talking
When every word is misheard
When every concept is misunderstood
When every topic is taken and mishaped
Redirected, de-evolved, broken.

Every action bent and twisted
Every meaning turned into agony
Arrows of nothing, made of nothing
Created from nothing, piercing.

Paintings for the blind, every stroke a waste
Cataracts of the mind and soul
Burn every picture from the walls
Blistering the canvass,
Smoking ruins, ruined brushes
An artist in despair.

It was a sunrise, motherfucker
In sharp reds and oranges
Golden scallops on clouds and new days rising
It was love unfolded
Honesty unbared
But all you saw was darkness
All you felt were messy lumps of wet

A voice without sound
A sound never heard
A life never lived
What a waste.

Every stroke illuminates my face, but you don't see me.
I witness an illusion that holds my name
Listen as you treat it so
Watch as you describe it so
Words given that were never said
Meanings taken that were never meant
Your words, not mine
Your meanings, not mine
A story of a person,
Unfolding, rewritten, its subject ignored.

Where is my existance? How can I be?
When am not these distortions
These abstractions
These untruths?
Am I not enough as a person?
When I must be retold as a fiction?

You paint me with your colors
Things I cannot choose
And you think to yourself that its real.

I am waiting to exist, but I am dying.
Unheard
Unseen
and Unbelieved.



Perception defines our existance and what we consider to be real. If we are not understood as we are, then who we are does not exist. Love understands, because understanding is the only way two people can exist in each other's world. The only way to ever truly be together.