Complacency

Complacency

The visual evidence does not lie

There is no weeping and wailing

Perhaps there may be heaving of sighs

Don’t come to me later with hands wringing

Bemoaning what would or could have been

Most trouble is tricky and cloyingly clinging

Solutions come quickly when you open your eyes

Time is rapidly passing

Maintaining illusions might win the prize

But lies come home a-winging

The row is hard to hoe

It often sets heads to ringing

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My Past

My past

A dark corridor

Is where eternity lies

Wrought with sorrow

Pain and Sighs,

You bright up my life in

Like the sun in mid June

Like the sky fills the moon

An illusion of an oasis

You go and disappear

The sorrow in my ribs

Again begins to sear

I guess I’ll never know

The treasure I have found

Until it disappears,

Without trace or sound

The light up ahead

Will guide me home

Never again shall I forget

Where I‘ve come from

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Books

I can’t conceive

Of a way

To bring us together

Oh, I knew its but a dream

But a fantasy has built worlds

Who wouldn’t want to live

In such a vivid illusion?

The pages of my real life

Have been torn away

Lost in contemplation

Burned in desire

Beyond retrieval

A new chapter must be written

A cast of characters

Expertly drawn out

Time is coming for big decisions

Most authors worth their salt

Chop heads for verisimilitude

If I can’t have you

In my imagination

Then

I must imagine you gone

And move on

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Stars Taunt Us

Dazzling Stars that shine too bright

How do we know that you really exist?

Could you be an illusion we invented?

A brief figment,

Brought forth to cause us sorrow?

For having seen such beauty,

Why should we breathe?

Or is it a tease?

This real life,

We can only feign touch?

Is this all

A hallucination,

Or dying brain trying,

To convince us, to hold on?

I think I like that least of all.