Contradictory Poem by Gary Diamond

Poetry and optimism are contrary to the human spirit.
The forced-upon thrust-upon festivals merely sap it.
The best forces are the simple, primal lines of nature
Who comes on scene and sense with no furore
No fanfare, no gaudy banner or flashing advertisment.

I think we've been judging the struggle a little too wrongly.
Perhaps as Donnie, looking for love in the worst of places.
Finding close enemies share the similar serene faces
Of our closest friends in hours of darkness.

The contradictory spirit that lurks, plays with Laughing Sam's dice
Is the henchman for a God grown weary and tired
Using his own creations to continue his bidding.
Just because your five senses don't acknowledge a thing
Doesn't mean it isn't there
Secretly controlling you
Dragging you in two directions and seeing what you'll get up to.

Endeavour and greatness are hand in hand, one after the other
The father imbues the mother, one follows another.
The action the reaction and the end position.
The actions of misjudgement to define your own station.

As much as the mind is a smart and worthy tool
Sometimes it does just as well not to listen to it at all.
Sometimes God is in the details
Sometimes it appears that great success eventually fails.

I load myself up with a carriage of hate and bile.
And the further I load, the easier it is to stop faking my smiles
To stop bearing my wiles, to stop trapped in denial
Accusations and infestations of the mind.

By leaving the middle point and embracing two extremes simultaneously
The nature of the human spirit is revealed
Vindicated
Then written off by greater powers as a failed experiment.