injustice is the breeze 8/16/18

injustice lives in seething silence within.

not that justice occurs

but the cleaver of a mind’s conclusion

begs for it to truly exist.

yet justice is not a crowning

but more of a sense of tranquility’s besiege

in the self-sense of one’s surround.

injustice has created an unspoken occupancy,

an affect that has become noteworthy

to the point and the need of recognition 

or at least the minutiae of inner responses acknowledged.

repugnancy and affront are dancing inwardly,

front stage, as consciously as they can

to the audience of that mind.

pursed lips but unsaid happens.

self-space is felt as diminished.

the mind-grip of subtle compression 

is self applied

but the claim, outwardly intended,

is that injustice has occurred.

rules, taken for granted, have been abraded. 

the confluency of respect is denied.

the contract of right assumptions is broken,

broken into and broken down.

dignity has a stone in the shoe

for walking forward into the earnestness of the day.

the limp will have a tongue.

silence will have a callous.

venting will be in need of a target.

disarray has potential carriage into the next moment

and then some.

peeved is only made of froth.

gastric juice simmer undisclosed but burning.

a flare for the irrational broods. 

passivity may become a placative way of life.

a necessity for compartmentalization of the mind 

constantly beckons,

so that hidden agendas now have a residency 

yet undisclosed.

innocence has temporary substitute teachers.

the education of relevance is privately debated.

the heart of the matter is not in that room.

getting current is running an obstacle course.

when do issues become just dander?

where within oneself is buoyancy, out of balance, 

inwardly learned,

since innocence is not the teacher any more?

self-love invents a mirror to, in reflection, ponder.

persons of destiny, move on.

people of the oneness are aware 

but self-implore.

injustice comes from the mindsets of isolation.

people are calling out from their blind-spot of power.

their suffering is displaced by measures of control.

their gauge is self rising, in isolation above all else.

their journey, is a longer way around the mountain

with many more ups and downs.

but be the broadcast of self as wealth

and not the brooding inner billboard

of self-image absorbing a loss.

grow feathers of inner wisdom.

find injustice as a breeze to take flight upon.

sight, as from higher up and farther out in scope

sees injustice as just landfill. 

once you are in the flight-stream,

in full-flow, of this as an elevated view . . .