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Death by indifference, you murdered my love.
Silence that left me by the wayside, words lost upon the helpless.
Razor blade lined dominoes fall across a life, carving lines of blood.
Genuine empathy falls short, as the broken body hits a floor of apathy.
Sharp tongue lingers a jab as the back quickly turns, face forward
the cadaver falls writhed in pain, an ending bares starkly.
Pierced flesh rebels silently as skin speaks of castigation.
Indifference bruised an ego.
Death a kind release from the emotional pummeling
left to bankrupt a soul into emptiness.
The eyes look beyond to the place
abandoned by a heartless response.
Skewered by niceties that could not be farther
from the truth, painfully retreating.
Love, given in innocent faith, turned dark and rotten,
by the egotistical seduction of self pride.
No indifference, you carry so much pain in the lack of sympathy,
extended to individuals so needy and wanting.
Love given a pass, shown a theatric display to reach aims
falsely contrived, so the victim befalls wherewith.
Silence that left me by the wayside, words lost upon the helpless.
Razor blade lined dominoes fall across a life, carving lines of blood.
Genuine empathy falls short, as the broken body hits a floor of apathy.
Sharp tongue lingers a jab as the back quickly turns, face forward
the cadaver falls writhed in pain, an ending bares starkly.
Pierced flesh rebels silently as skin speaks of castigation.
Indifference bruised an ego.
Death a kind release from the emotional pummeling
left to bankrupt a soul into emptiness.
The eyes look beyond to the place
abandoned by a heartless response.
Skewered by niceties that could not be farther
from the truth, painfully retreating.
Love, given in innocent faith, turned dark and rotten,
by the egotistical seduction of self pride.
No indifference, you carry so much pain in the lack of sympathy,
extended to individuals so needy and wanting.
Love given a pass, shown a theatric display to reach aims
falsely contrived, so the victim befalls wherewith.
Contemplation of the Ordinary
In-depth, I consider the ordinary as I wade through the night. The cat rubs my leg gently and meows to my internal reverie. Ignoring the drone of news and flattering pompousness; I settle to observe the painted ceiling. Has life always been so boring? When did I ever get so cynical? Was it between the math test or the English exam I blatantly forgot last time? When did my youth fade to this darkness where a furry cat is my only calling? As puddles of darkness gather around my armchair; I again wonder what life is like on the outside. Far away from carpeting fleas and dusty tea sets, I can't imagine how I ended up in this life that is so ordinary.
Between Breaths
Between the breaths, while meditating,
I consider the things noteworthy in living.
Listening to birds cry and bugs hum,
the sounds that make living more round.
Between breaths, held in contempt,
I ponder of those things that made eyes weep.
Conversations that echo across death's passage,
linked within those seconds between each breath.
Between, between, between, meditating begins
mindful of the chain of events that leads me here.
In, out, in, out so I relax, knowing which ribbon extends
from here to the end, I must breathe again.
Consider the sounds of living again,
listening to all that gifts me upon its whim.
I force wind f
Tide Pods
Tide Pods...
the bane of every laundress...
Toss or eat, nibble as a treat...
Leave in the basin for tidy whities
or crush and dissolve it for flavor
No laundress can deny
those pretty little colors dyed.
So with each and every load the debate continues
clean or leave stained those clothes in a pile...
All for the sake of a tide pod billet
take one for the team or let the wash water spill it.
Heaven's Gate
Heaven’s gate strong and sound,
Only once, we do truly pass through…
Some say they can see through but only truth…
Heaven’s all around,
In those we love
In memories gold
In words silver
Heaven is hard to see because it’s like a garden,
Too big to believe…
All the flowers blur and blend,
Heaven’s gate…
Each walks past once…
But love fills the heart as sunlight invigors…
We have so much to be grateful for
Flowers that delight, and paths remembered
So friends forever walk….
Heaven is a garden
Filled with love, joy, and happiness…
But so much is there that
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