Karma Happens


 

I never thought in a million years that being friends with someone constituted a no-show or a no call back.  Now I never asked you to plant kisses on my lips or get naked when the time was right, cause I knew nobody understood the nobility of what you had to offer.  Don’t talk the game if you can’t play it, or say it and be honest and yes; kind sir, you can’t be friends if you aren’t honest.  What was that again; rule 1.  Rule 2, I believe related to an admiration of a person, what beats inside and all that does run threw these veins is nature. Oh and Rule 3, I guess I didn’t even make the finals in that.

How can possibilities be stifled and dampened by my shortcomings, the only thing that I ever am judged on my words but then I can’t complete the package.  Falling short once again cause you can’t get past societies words. You see through societies eyes and take all the vicious lies and sleep under its warming blanket, why confront it when you can hide it away.

How can you notice that you live for one set of beliefs when you can’t even follow the teachings, the preaching the realistic ears to hear the truth?  Yet all you have said is non-truth, kind people stay together and do whatever and for gawd sakes don’t make promises to each other that you can’t keep.  But I won’t say anything, cause it was never in the cards to play that hand, or for me to learn the knowledge and understand.

I have never been so on display to hang, harnessed from my own thoughts.  I don’t think to dream; I think to feel real.  I see to give me insight and I sought to build a foundation, a relation that could only grow and be more.  Putting my feelings on the line are one thing but putting my whole belief strcture on the brink of eternity causes problems.

And to that I give my best and failed the test. It’s cool though, karma happens.
 
 

Kelly C. O’Donnell  ©2001