The Rejection Of Difference Poem by James Dionne

Please note: I have a Myspace with tons of poems on it - I'll handpick my best and submit them here!

A social recluse, was I ever meant to really see light of day?

Or was I just banned to think, breathe, and say...

I don't know anymore, this world is not the world I knew.

She left me; another one laughs at me; I'm disrespected, too.

I sometimes think looking up to the sky helps my weary head.

Sometimes, I think it's completely pointless, better off dead.

The only thought that soothes me is fire wrought through my mind,

because doth unto me your oblivious, glaring blind.

Stare forth and hurt this person I was,

I had a reason to live, a sort of cause.

There's too many humans, sentient to their path in life,

Spread of infection, of hate, of lust so rife.

A begotten world that doesn't even accept me,

when all I'll ask for is, 'salvation a la mode and a cup of tea, '

but sounds of my own demise shine pain in ignorance,

dancing with the pale sides of Crescendo and instance.

Abomination to man, and so hated to even love.

I'm just pushed; sometimes, they turn into a shove,

Their grins turn to these wicked laughs,

they drew their lines in the sand with their staffs,

And called me the Lord of the Flies and shined their teeth at the dogs,

But over the bristle, through the trees, and over the logs,

I felt like I could win a fight against this world.

But it took me by force, held me tight, and hurled,

I fell into the holes of infinite creation, in a stump of madness,

now I'm stuck in my own world of Chaos. No laughter - only sadness.

Bear witness to the lights, the sirens, and the Door,

Because I'm sure to give them just enough gore.

Do you really care why I'm alive today?

Do I wonder why you're custom to stay?

Will you run like a coward again,

run with your heart like the headless hen?

Will you suck the milk from the mother's bosom,

drain it all just so you can repress the baker's Dozen,

All that pain that was long forgot,

You pulled out your magnum and took a pot shot.

You made a tear fall down into the burning tar,

you did it just standing here, but yet you were Afar.

I want that proximity to burn my life and all this trouble,

it has been weeks and now I bear this survivalist stubble...

I'm the river in the road, I am the alpha, the Omega.

Beginning and the end; but no one knew about that law.

My eyes have gotten so dark, etched in the night's curse,

and every night, I hear nearby the Devil's hearse.

Stared at, shone this unknown truth of complete directive,

I'm trapped, I'm a man in a box, left with no objective.

A social recluse, was I ever meant to really see light of day?

Or was I just banned to think, breathe, and say...