Pointless Pointing Poem by Trevor Schulte

Discernment passes over
my concentrated mind
assuming the next steps
with knowledge that is blind
I call out these thoughts
and break my perceptions
tantalizing others' moves
with voices of deception
Lies swivel astray
into situations I weigh
when my motivation to cease
has sadly faded away
Brought to the point
where judgement prevails
as I swing the hammer
and further the nails
Why do I sit and guage
strangers behavior
while knowing in my heart
its distaste that I savor
May it be my strive
to be the best
Surpassing mild manners
curving the test
Do I put my acquisition
into divine intuition
laying perfectly content
in this depraved disposition
When will the day arrive
to which I lay down my whip
marking the divoted path
to which I have tripped
Making a route
of purified intentions
settling falls
with loving interventions
Let this be the day
in which this decay
no longer shines darkness
but holy array
For pointing out a speck
in the eye of the unknown
is pointless you see
when there's a log in your own