father by Stuart Shiltonlet us take off our masks
the costumes and disguises that
hide the vulnerable child locked
insde
your windows are shut
only allowing distorted looks through
the stained glass never a
true picture of the contents inside
your words fail
as do mine
in that respect we are the
same
both simple synonyms for
self righteous, for stubborn, and for
asshole
but you knew that all along
you have seen it before
another like you, like me
as i am to you
you were to him,
this is the second respect where
i am you
head strong arrogance breeds
ignorance and condescendence
the gates of our minds
are closed we may never
overlap
there are the thousand
harsh words i have thought
but never said.
diplomatic immunity offered by
my filtered thoughts
reactionary hypocracy
direct and deliberate, playing
verbal dodgeball encompassed and
enclosed in obscurity and denotation
we never negotiate only practice
verbal sparring that scars
my eyes changing the vision i
have of you
you are reactionary, deliberately
decidedly opposed to my reforms
sometimes yor words burn
me deep, my hidden
child shows the scars and
the burns form your lectures
and distrust
maybe my father is a hero
but only as a firefighter
only because the verbal fights
burn deep and he lashes fast
with the angry fire, fighting my
inner child. its no wonder
that the windows are closed
thats how you keep the smoke
out 01/01/2011 Author's Note: wrote this on fathers day
Posted on 01/23/2011 Copyright © 2025 Stuart Shilton
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