Return

A patient pause gives way
Two hearts fluttering in time
As space between them builds
Their peace slowly dying
A beautifully staged play
But now the page turns
No longer bound as one
The world crashes and burns
All things are ending now
As everything eventually must
Time has come to concede
Return this relationship to dust

No Words

Standing alone in the crowd
Afraid to enter the fray
Bottled up feelings escaping
Pretending it's all just play
Words no longer express it
Turmoil, terror and strife
Brought on by detrimental decisions
Look what's become of your life
A tragedy born of a comedy
Heroes need more than just hope
When circumstances warrant it
Right at the end of your rope
Time to pull up your bootstraps
Hard at the end of the haul
But everyone's depending on you now
As the prophet who's leading us all

Suits You

Deepest and Darkest, the most intense hue

Calls to mind violence, death and sorrow

Strange as it seems, it always suits you

But never was I, one troubles to borrow

Let’s save all the pondering stuff for tomorrow

Concentrate only on the needs of the day

Party and play while the time bleeds away

You only have reason to question your life

If you don’t like where the possibilities lay

You have no one to blame for your strife

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Masque

Fake smiles on put upon faces

No genuine laughs to lighten the day

Nary a hope of knowing what one’s place is

Only the masque, a mere children’s play

We cavort and politic, Sell our secrets for fame

Keeping the bigger ones close to our chest

Legions of fans screaming a name

Never willing to take five minutes rest

When one of them falls another will rise

A sad state of affairs, a hard thing to see

A short focus on the cause of demise

Never willing to place the blame where it should be

We worship too hard and plot our way

But sometimes it’s taken way too far

There’s a line that’s crossed, very easy to stray

To be near the rising star

Leave them time for their lives, it will be good

Their work will gain for it too

Think if it was your life you know you would

Dislike being stalked, True?

Somehow the rhyme scheme got away from me here.  The sentiment is there though.

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