CatFight

Eureka I scream,

I scream Epiphany.

Post scores of tribulations,

It finally dawns upon me.

That, Inside of me, they reside,

Two ladies who always help me decide.

Ladies, I call my Mind and my Heart,

For, ladies they are, truly works of art,

Logical, mature and succinct at times,

Or impulsive, unreal and unreasonable,

Swaying, just like wind chimes.

Both, attention seeking, like a child in the rhymes

I wonder, if they even belong to me, sometimes.

On matters in which they’re congruent,

They are like a house on fire,

On matters, not so much,

Contests go down to the wire.

They fight, they sulk, and they scratch like cats,

Just like the Nazis, Commies and Democrats.

In my contentment though, lies their ultimate goal,

In my disposition, they play a large role.

Each wants their voice to be heard,

While both debate adamantine,

They expect the other to soften,

Yet eventually they complain,

That I use the other one more often.

Uncomplicate.

No philosophies, I preach,
No Humanities, I teach.
But, I must, if I may,
Bare all that have to say.
To understand,
It takes no rocket science,
That, there lies no sense,
In pointless defiance
Complexities, is on what we all thrive,
Needlessly forgetting, we are Alive.
Gathering some ‘Friends’,
Amassing a ‘Following’,
In the end, it’s the real ones,
To you, who cling.
Of your hearts,
They pull a string.
In us all, stays this ghost,
He, is what troubles me most.
Following, Followers, Friends, Fans,
All futile,
If outside of it,
You cease,
To make a real person smile.
The purity of one’s heart,
If judged by a profile face,
On which lies a pimple,
Well, you know then,
That the most difficult thing
Is to be Simple.