Brightest light
darkest night
who devised your distinction?
electric blue
ebony glitter
who taught you each to be so sweet and bitter?
after rose colored Moon beams
how blunt the candid Sun seems
after glistening in flame’s warm embrace
how cruel the grip of the frigid void of space
romantic Moon
honest Sun
I could never choose just one
My skin
It sags with the sorrow of your absence
My body wakes each day
but there is no one living inside it
dead memories echo quietly inside me
turning my stomach and chilling my flesh
lost love aches like lost limbs
the memory betrays my senses
Fools me in false comfort
and when I recall my deformity
the pain burns fresh and new
every time
panic insues
every time
and I pray for sweet numbness or insanity
Respectfully, -Yours
You envelop my senses
Each time I close my eyes
Though my psyche is vast
Your shadow is cast
On every corner of my mind
Intertwined you and I
Undefined and thereby
We imply some inadvisable folly
Doomed to lose it all, she says
Who is she if not one
Who was once just as young
And am I to surmise that she
Clung to the rungs of her mothers tongue
And never dissevered to savor the flavor of songs unsung
It would be truly foolish
Impractically rash
To heed such counsel
To swerve and crash
To avoid true love
When it’s within your grasp
To uphold traditions for men of the past
This is YOUR season and I am your love
Neither blazes below nor heavens above
Could ever deprive us of what we’ve acquired
The unyielding passion our love has inspired
Respectfully,
-Yours
I stand between two roads
large monsters race by me
no longer on foot
time creeps up behind me
to my left are the giants trying hard to be poor
they roll single dollars behind closed doors
to my right are the ones getting richer each day
with addictions to feed and mouths to pay
and I stand in the middle
feeling little and weak
I contemplate life
the outlook is bleak
Time’s pushing me forward so steady and slow
Time’s pushing me forcing me out to the road
I could buy me some welfare or sell you my soul
These are my options
the woes of the road
forced smiles grace faces
people praying for aces
playing into the roles of empty souls debases
beauty and truth
we’ve become so uncouth
and we do it to each other
one way or another
by despairing not caring not sharing the wealth
impairing our judgment destroying our health
we do it in silence
In shame we sit idle
together we pick the good parts of the Bible
The parts unobtrusive
the parts that improve
the egomaniacal groove we move to
so STAND UP or sit down
refuse to be budged
no matter your choice
we all will be judged
I prefer to be small
I like to be little
There is peace to be found from within the middle
The rest of the world can do what they will
as I exercise my right to be still
Respectfully,
-Yours
Respectfully, Yours 