Blow the horn of Recognition

Backhanded compliments are too common in society’s hierarchical rivalry. Everyone is struggling, fighting to be number one, to be the top dog. Our societal interactions and relationships are formed around the concept of – Maximise me, minimise them. Instead of working hard to be the best, a web of deceit cocoons each troubled self-centred soul. I have come to believe the compliments we receive are hollow and empty, essentially meaningless. You get the odd ‘friend‘ that will pay you an off handed compliment, but 60 seconds later that false hope is shattered by another devastating blow leaving you flailing to maintain balance while your ‘friend’ towers over you for everyone to see.

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Desolation of the mind

Vanquished thoughts tear at my mind

Downtrodden and disheartened.

I wonder lost in a marsh of anguish,

Searching, ever seeking

Constantly running, hiding, changing.

Yet always finding the pit of despair

Grim outcomes, bashing and beating

leaving me miserable and desolate.

But there is always just one star shining

drawing me in, keeping me hopeful

yet downcast, beaten, broken I remain!

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Get out, iniquitous delusion

Get out you pretentious animal,

all high-and-mighty in your domain;

Who are you, what are you?

Ostentatious , puffed up to display.

 

I am not subservient to you,

I will not submit under arrogance;

Submission leads to dominance,

I will not fall under your sovereignty.

 

Pursue meek and mild,

they rise humble and modest;

A beacon of hope,

In a world of iniquitous delusion.