Common Woes

Springing into the year much different from the last,

Due diligence to those if you deduced this worlds always been crass,

No need to poke fun at all that dreary or gone worng,

Damned if we do damned if we don’t is a villainous song,

Even so its not as though we all shed even a tear,

However others are deciding whether to hide themselves in fear.

Scrolling through neighborhood posts with little dismay,

When there’s a common theme the game is easier to play,

As of now there’s no clear way to justify the news,

With each perspective its purpose is easily skewed,

Rethinking of roles in a rather straightforward plot,

Requiring a higher perhaps than secondary thought.

2:20 PM, 4/4/2022, Monday

Loving maybe

How come I can’t love the way I want to?

How come? How come?

Why do I need love if I know I have all of you?

Family, Maybe?

Sometimes love comes with pain and I know that’s so true,

Maybe I need less truth? Maybe I need less of all of you?

Maybe? Maybe?

Maybe I just love the world sometimes and that’s okay,

Sometimes, sometimes,

I forget the pain that comes with everyday,

But I, When I,

Think about the pain hot tears come straight to my eyes,

Everything is just fine,

Even when its not fine,

Maybe? Maybe?

I love too much and you know what that is okay,

Maybe? Maybe?

I’ll wake up and love the light in my own eyes,

Everything is just fine, loving you is alright,

Maybe? Maybe?

Tuesday , 03/15/2022, 12:02 PM

The Box

At the end I saw a bit of what wasn’t there,

Turns out emptiness and silence have a definition they share,

Wind caressed curves taking away breaths burdened with the cold and heat,

It felt as if sliding nowhere on battle-scarred feet,

Mysterious are those lovers of spaces such as these,

Perhaps hearing each wall sing complicated notions with smooth ease,

Freed are ideas the the box held onto and often called stable,

While others only take the opportunity to try to peer past corners whenever able

Tuesday, 03-01-2022, 11:57 AM

Movement

We flew through the land blanketed in white,

At least it was during the day as things of course are darker at night,

With minds open time and space felt quite a bit to clear,

Which is strange since Bacchus made surte of drink was still there,

A castle is a castle in whatever sense exists in a name,

As a body is a body not necessarily defined by the frame,

In truth seeking and truth talking the world appeared at least a little more tame,

Though in the midst of emotion sometimes truth and falsities may actually be the same,

After flying through space waiting and watching as the sky changes hue,

I am picturing, nay considering traveling it with you.

10:06 AM, 11/16/2021, Tuesday