The Sadness of the Perpetual Smile

By Mark Cisper

The Sadness of the Perpetual Sadness is the sixth volume of the poetic works of Mark Cisper. It begins where "The Process of Pain" left off and also contains a chronology at the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781365881442

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The Sadness of the Perpetual Smile

The Sadness of the Perpetual Smile

By Mark Cisper

Poetry

Copyright © Mark Cisper April 2017

ISBN 978-1-365-88144-2

Insane Observations

The street light out

In front of my house

Has some sort of

An electrical problem.

One moment there is

A soft light filling my room.

The next moment, my

Room is plunged into darkness.

What if it had meaning?

Like each time my room

Was plunged into darkness,

Someone in the world died.

Or when the soft light

Illuminates my room, a

New baby entered into the world.

In two days, I received news

Of two deaths.

One, my friend’s father.

The other, a co-worker;

A friend; young and beautiful;

One I silently desired.

I don’t fear death or dying.

But I fear that I cannot

Bear to witness those

Who have left our world.

I realize that it is because

I fear the showing of my emotions.

I have decided that

There is one word in

The English language that is

Worse than the seven dirty words.

Such as the four letter word

Referred to as the F word.

At least two people were having

Fun when it was first created.

But this word is worse.

It is offensive to me

And it should be more so

For those who seem

To use it the most.

It makes me sick, and I

Am tired of hearing it.

This may offend some

And I apologize now.

But the word is nigger.

"Nigger this. Nigger that.

Nigger who? Nigger you."

It seems to me, and it’s sad,

But it has turned into the

Young Black Man’s Anthem.

On the lighter side of things.

I ran into this guy at work.

He recognized me from

High school back in San Jose.

The funniest thing is

That I didn’t recognize his

Name until two and

A half-hours later.

Hidden Memories

I ran into this girl

That I met in college.

(In San Jose, where else?)

It raised some feelings

And memories that I

Really didn’t know I had.

Me and a friend of mine

Met her at about the same time.

We were both out to

Get her attentions.

In the end, as always,

I lost out.

But being the kind

Of man that I am,

I conceded my defeat;

And all three of

Us remained friends.

Meeting her again

Made me feel things

That I didn’t know I had.

I guess that as time

Passes, things and feeling become clearer.

The truth about that time

Is that I saw long before

I conceded that I would lose.

I denied it, and when it happened,

I was deeply wounded and