Tears of Comfort

He left without clanging symbols.
They exchanged long embraces.
She had been crying.
He couldn't.
He left.

She waved between sobs.
I caught her on the third step.
She had collapsed.
He couldn't.
He left.

His lover and his friend.
She and I.
We cried for him.
He couldn't.
He left.

We found comfort in a bottle.
Comfort in each other's heart.
We drank everything away.
He couldn't.
He left.

We immortalized him with drink.
We talked about the tear.
He didn't know we saw.
He couldn't.
He left.

Baptism

After an hour,
the warmth is fading.
And the peace remains.

Purified to humble beginnings
we all thrive here.
And the peace remains.

Life is short,
but I've heard worse.
And the peace remains.

After an hour,
the warmth is fading.
And we bid it adieu.

For parting is such sweet
Abandon.


Thorn and Rose

Former: Product of the latter.
From whence to us, it doesn't matter.
And here it is, in present state.
Come and act. Don't make it wait.

What need have we for any reason?
Fruit will only pick in season,
lest it has a bitter taste.
Come, let's harvest good in haste.

In love, together, two hearts chime.
In lust, the taste is caught in brine.
The Question is "of love or lust?"
Only time can answer us.

Perspective #1

Surrounded by Seclusion,
Absorbed in Apathy,
Huddled over Hatred,
and Looking around Lustfully,
He is.

The Makings of Mankind.

Surrounded by Serenity,
Absorbed in Absolving,
Huddled over Harmony,
and Looking around Lovingly,
She is.

The Hope of Humanity.


Perspective #2

Ending with "Right"
is Correct,
by finishing
without a fight.

But, starting with Ending
is better by far,
for Ending with "Wrong"
is not "Right."


Perspective #3

How is it:

A blank canvas has
no morality, and yet
it's vulnerability is
pure?

A chimney's soot has
no sin, and yet
it's filth is
ungodly?

A brownie's stench has
no will, and yet
it's nature is
both
sinful and
heavenly?


227 Days

there's unforgiving steel
in this forgiving smile.
my fingers smell of smoke, the
remnant's still glowing on my porch.
yesterday's beer cans lie crumpled.
aluminum musketeers in the bin.

there's unfamiliar family
surrounding this kid in
insecure surroundings.
now safe from the security
of my blind elders and unsure
of my income or outcome

but how-come i feel so safe?