June 20, 2012

 

 

If he never had existed

if indeed, he’d never been born

Life would have been

less complicated

And between the two of them

she wouldn’t have been torn

 

 

 

 

 

She was unique to the

point of obscure, though

not without allure

 

 

 

 

Outsourced responsibility

Sub-let commitment

Second hand forgiveness

Mere peripheral gestures

All fragrance-free emotions

and a cop out

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A fantasy climax is

no just reward for

a phantom pregnancy

with no umbilical cord

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alarmed at her reflection

in the mirror, she decided

that the entire house not only

needed a complete refurbishment,

but also a much younger tenant

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Life’s been good – I’ve had a ball

 

Distressed at her increasing inability

to function, she decided

that her whole being

needed a safer environment

and fresh approach

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall

get me through to the curtain call

 

 

 

 

 

 

Live it, love it,

embrace it. For

tomorrow, it will be

but a memory

 

 

 

 

Our paths crossed

We touched

We dared to care

We parted

But feelings remained

Too raw to bear

Too private to share

But there,

always there

 

 

 

 

 

The bleeding heart of a nation

The lifeless rotting dead

Thousands of prayers never answered

for survivors, still  living in dread

 

 

June 18, 2012

 

 

 

Life’s journey is easy

until you hit the hairpin bend.

 

 

 

 

When the clouds fall to the sea,

and we no longer cease to be

And the mountains turn to sand,

as we destroy this precious land

All too late, with sorrow felt,

we’ll know we blew, the hand God dealt.

 

 

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