Blame

                        Blame

I read a rant today,
Where everyone's to blame for them feeling enslaved.
Bitter with rage erupting in ink,
Not realizing the stench that wreaks.
No personal action to change out of love just victimized,
Spewing fear, anger, abuse an unholy trio stoking death.
Can't find abundant life and love when consumed with bitter victimhood.
Blame never brings permanent change,
Just leads to being insane.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Brick Walls

                       Brick Walls

Pound your head against the brick wall,
Person chatters incessantly in hall,
Doesn't come up for air,
Goes on so long no one listens or cares.

Is he insane,
Or just in narcissist vein,
To him others invisible,
Insecurity so visible.

Fear driven chatter,
Nothing said in all the blather,
Another day solitude calls,
Pound your head against brick wall.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.