I-nept metaphorics of braided conundrum;

L-atent prepositions for mischievous drums.

A-kin to a nine-tailed fox, many shot the axe;

G-oated in apprehensions, dime aren't in blocks.

U-nfathomably dissing, hand in hand to one:

A-n autocthonous desolation, one that's done.

M-imicry to light as self juxtaposition,

A-loof without sense —a waning disposition.

S-acrilege is for green: aggrandize is for black,

A-ccentuating a palpable charactery.

M-anackled disgusts? decussated flattery?

I'll blithesome nonchalance for an abhorrent flack!

~ maybe that used to be a good habit

by: ahrby-sensei

Sometimes, being bad is not a choice, people push out into a corner to do it. You deal how they deal with you. After much disrespect, invalidation, and of no regards to your emotion, one will heat a limit. YET, it is liberating. 

Beyond self-deception, one lives abjectly?

Mediocre stepdown isn't compensatory?

The name mumbled, that is I, of profanity!

A crufix deserves no less evil molly!

Clutch burning the charcoal in a fire hellishly,

Cut off with bruises, I run aloof silently.

A tortured mind's department has no sanity;

Look what it made me do to contend indolently.

Of much unneeded words to shed off mystery;

Facing a facade of secret hyms undoubtedly.

Profoundly, barely, hardly and accordingly

A fair yet less linings, I abridge gradually.

For my emotions are missing evidently;

Of much of unknown twisted personality.

For whatever persona I crave honestly;

I am an adult who didn't age correctly.

from.....

A MAN WHO DIDN'T AGE CORRECTLY

by: ahrby-sensei

03.05.2024 10:54 PM\

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HARDLY, BARELY, AND ACCORDINGLY

 

Hardly, barely, and accordingly, I took a grail;

I step back; I take one step in another rail.

That tortured mind's department: not me being sane,

Learned the hard way my mishaps in the role I play.

I weep in solitude and engrave in my crest.

In my loudest silence, I grit and do my best.

Not so sure, I took a map to sail at west.

Little by little, got aptest in fortitude of zest. 

As I step back from people, create a finer line, and find solitude in being dejected, I realized that people are the nicest when you have everything and when you just nod with their wishes. BUT you will be easily discarded at your lowest point. They will count your mistakes and forget your good deeds and sacrifices. I was there for people, and even if I didn't, I was not the one who make someone else's life miserable. Just what I thought. 

As people blend their own kind of personal connections, I realized that it couldn't be equated with professionalism at work. Sometimes, it hinders with work as the voice of the minority who properly channeled an innovative idea, but got shamed because, nobody wants to do it or perhaps a resistance to change. I was stuck with a feeling, ah, I cannot do something I only wish even if it for the common good. Maybe, I was disappointed. For my inconvenience, nobody will be with me. But if it theirs, I have to be involved. 

AND so, I just engraved it in my heart to deal with people.

HARDLY. Never overshare. Just talk when needed so you won't be shamed. 

BARELY. Do the bare minimum. Even you do something out of passion, people will keep their invalidations and reciprocity is a sad word. 

APPROPRIATELY. Your social battery is not limited. Even rechargeable batteries can get busted. Companionship and professionalism are two different entities. Know your place around people. Your inclusion can be just a trap so others can get the best of you. 

As they say, we do not overplay our roles with people so we won't be easily disappointed.