A similar purpose
While being different
Offers the biggest divide.
And so we watch
Whisper
And cowardly hide.
Humans evolve
And stay behind
A natural practice.
And here we are
Stunted
Reality simply to distract us.
Tag: Relationships
All or Once
The path taken year after year
Changes as it should-
Lest steps seem only foreign
Forgotten is something good…
Sow a lavender bush perhaps
Bring calm back in place-
Until serenity falls in grievance
Drained by ache and waste…
Deaf ears lead blind eyes
Bounded by an induced agony-
Losing all or once
A consequence of your apathy.
Be Thanksgiving
To be thankful
Or often naught
Easy to ignore
What you’ve got…
Common place
Thought and action
Always a chase
Missed satisfaction…
One day a year
The norm should stop
A new look taken
Across a table top…
Just for the next day
The worst of people comes-
Massaging egos
To flipping off someone….
Thanksgiving often skipped
In minds and stores
The loss of appreciation
Or feeling more…
I am thankful
For family and friends
And being too poor
To only spend…
Thanksgiving is food
And heat in plenty
No need to impress
Or think of the enemy…
So here is to giving more thanks
And keeping more in our hearts
Even if missed before
Today is a good place to start.
Treat
Meeting the dare
Such a new treat
Something so salty
Now becomes sweet..
And when the roof breaks
Beyond repair
No construction to salvage
Or truth that’s fair…
Just what is
And what used to be
Like the apple
Fallen from the tree.
In Vain
Land mines disguised as flowers
Lightning in the rainbow
Salt in the rain…
Worms in the sand
Life in the rocks
Smiles in all the pain…
And stories told
For one more night
Before the truth appears in vain.
Again
Blood boils so quick anymore….
Always a joke-
Can nothing be serious?
Or even answered?
Taking care is for granted-
Maybe that’s why I stopped for so long?
Clearly not long enough-
Like time ever would be….
Pain is numbing
Until it hurts-
Or you stop.
Does it stop?
Or do you just go-
I do.
I did.
Again.
Ladies!-!
Talk me up
Give me life
Dull the blade
Mend the strife..
Heal the burn
Calm the rage
Be the water-
And clench the blaze…
Be a rock
Not the thorn
Be the calm-
Inside the storm…
Feel the love
Block the hate
Be a partner-
It’s not too late!
Consequence
Oh to have dreamt of death
Or freedom
In this world’s surround…
And then contemplated tools
Or in and out
Nothing formidable was found…
Yet still the thoughts
Or thrills
Reflecting only what was done…
And while tortuous
Or deserving
Lest the consequence not be fun.
