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The struggles of a misanthrope

Posted: January 15th, 2007, 2:10 pm
by mousey1
misjudged
notched scored scrap of lesser than
easily done
this labelling and filing
close that drawer
don't revisit it again
and as the dust thickly forms
chokes from within
move on
forget
the whim satisfied for a moment
the smallest things out of sight out of mind
imperfect
precursor to demise
hand rescinders
one day...
one day the weak remainder
may be sold at discount prices too
or stuffed in cabinets
dust merging with mine
no worse
no better than
be kind, be kind
"there but for the grace of God go I"
so true...

be kind

Posted: January 20th, 2007, 11:01 am
by gypsyjoker
Between kindness and mollycoddling
Between misanthropy and sadism
Falls the suffering

What can you do but turn the other cheek?

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the


A very classy piece of writing
Been years since I thought about Moliere

Posted: January 20th, 2007, 1:28 pm
by mousey1
The dilemmas of an active mind

and oh the choices

boggling



Thanks for reading.

Posted: January 24th, 2007, 11:54 am
by Lightning Rod
nice work mousey
all your pieces have such grace and good posture

you are a very light hearted person for a misanthope

I think I am a democratic misanthrope
I hate everybody equally

Posted: January 26th, 2007, 1:22 pm
by mousey1
Thank-you Lightning Rod.

I am a misanthrope in that I distrust humankind and, yes, dislike. The worm so easily turns in this world. Dizzying sometimes. I cannot get a handle on it. Oh tis true the face can be beautiful, the mask of fellow man woman complete; but what's beneath...quite hideous. I know, for I too am a member of this human...humane...elite.

I am pleased and happy that my pieces are resounding, or at least hinting of, grace and good posture, for often, so often I am and feel like I am a slouching, slovenly, loudmouthed, wretchedly bleak bitch of gargantuan proportions. And my voice, seems to me too often to be a combination of squeak and burp.

Thanks again, you have made me feel like I am not so much bitch and whine as I think I may be.


and when I am misunderstood I quite feel like gouging my eyes out...figuratively...not literally! the fault so often my own!