It seems all meaning has vanished;
from yesterday’s world; today;
all of the dead have been banished;
and, no more have something to say.
We each have been given a trust;
within the confines of life;
to fill our purpose, we must;
endure tribulations and strife.
Sometimes it seems
…Can reality run out of space;
or is there room for one more;
can reality, the past replace;
or is it too great a chore.
Are there any limits to love;
is there enough to go round;
showered down from above;
can enough love be found?
Is there abundance of
…I feel like I’m in a strange situation;
and I don’t know how to begin;
I feel that I’m in some new creation;
on the outside; just looking in.
Living alone has skewed my schematics;
that internal diagram of reality;
now I’m likely to be linked
Though we stood but a few feet apart;
it seemed more, the length of a field;
both shared the same mind and heart;
the truth for us; suddenly revealed.
Separate by the space of uncertainty;
we shyly moved closer together;
two partners destined for eternity;
meant to be lovers forever.
Love is the never ending poem;
created in seven days;
the ultimate, boundless energy ocean
coming in unending waves.
It brings in all hope for tomorrow;
while encompassing joyful todays;
yet, blends in unspeakable sorrow;
to highlight love’s ultimate displays.
It’s never surrounded by fences;
it blows like
There’s little more toxic than telling a lie;
it’s a form of reality reversal;
saying goodnight; when you mean goodbye;
like the demons conducting rehearsal.
A promise made with love’s syrupy tone;
by one who’s the world to you;
never thinking you’ll be left all
Hardship is always on the menu;
tragedy is often it’s name;
reality, itself, is the venue;
and destiny gets the blame.
Karma is oft a name that’s used;
to stand in destiny’s place;
a willing, deserving victim, accused;
to receive an unwarranted disgrace.
Sometimes there is no
…The woman stood in a terrible place;
she was carrying her rapist’s child;
filled with anger, hurt, and disgrace;
to be a mother for one so reviled.
The baby inside her was a little girl;
whose father was a rapist and worse;
the woman’s mind was in a
