Familial Friendship

Familiar passerby conveningat various locations, in various times.The world slows to a snail's pace.Our worries, our happiness, our afflictionsaired in public spaces.We belch at our fears,and joyfully sob at each other's successes.For mere seconds,we breathe airand leave without remorse.Separation with earnest intentions,life will allow us our time together againin the future.If not tomorrow, then the … Continue reading Familial Friendship

Unconditional Love

An indifferent childlives without embraceand is beaten mercilessly.It craves affection,but is met with severe brutality.It is told that this is love.Everyday,it is told that this is love.Its wounds inhibit its motions.Its breath is imbued with fear.But it continues its slog,for this is a life that is worth living,or, so,it was told.Beyond the years of its … Continue reading Unconditional Love

Before I Sleep

Blank space ponders yesterday,finding pockets of airin unedited history.Attempts at tinkering insoluble eventsas to remedy today's afflictions.Pursuing lost opportunities in lost time,Imagining every permutation of singular moments,to assuage current worries.A multiverse of what could have been;Like counting sheep,fantasies grant rest.It is comfortingTo imaginewarmth.

Grumbling Adults

Silently weeping children Unheard by complacency. They remain beneath transparent malaise Under us, the Giants. We've chosen to look every which way But down. We dance, trot, hop, skip, stomp, and lunge above clouds. Every so often, we find Treacly corpses Stuck to our boots.

White Lilies

With their little capes and stubby legs,Tiny fists part the cloudsAs they lie beneath an oak's shade."We'll fight the world."We'll fight destiny."Infallible youth spreadsGreen grass, daisies, and tulipsAcross muted earth.They were a short-lived joy.Their eulogies markPermanence in endings.What's leftAre flowers.

White Lie

Strange afflictions are the daily mundanities in which embodies daily living. For millennia, creating a sturdy ground Now cheapened by abundance, Carrying the weight of the many Who do not care. Blotched footprints in these ancient etched tiles And rotting wood, Man looks up before the floor crumbles from below. Worn peoples hug falling debris, … Continue reading White Lie