A molecule, an atom, the smallest dot,
History shrinking to our wretched lot.
Regression not by Lady Luck’s mere chance,
But something closer to a practiced stance.

Corruption swarms around its king;
Rooks and knights align to do their thing.
Compliant bishops join the guarded game,
Casting out the pawns, then shifting blame.

Yet we pawns know the key pieces are at fault,
When Risk became their chosen cult.
Armies maneuvered, chaos ensued,
Society shattered—humanity left nude.

And if I die in the summer
I hope I die in the night
For the summer afternoons
Are too beautiful to miss
And the evening breeze seems
To carry a bit of magic

Everyone who has ever known me
Knows how fond I am of sunsets
But when the summers come around
My heart goes out to the blind
Who have never got to see
The western skies explode
In a thousand shades of purple
To feel as if you're seeing magic
Right off of God's canvas
How I am stunned to silence
Every single time

Coral Piece

Like the cross
On the mantel
Too dry to live
Too sharp to touch
An off-white once
Running with
Boys’ tears.

It begins quietly-
a single drop
falling into the stillness,
barely noticed,
yet the water remembers.

Circles bloom outward,
soft rings of light
touching shores they cannot see.
They carry whispers-
not of certainty,
but of possibility.

A hand extended,
a word spoken gently,
a seed pressed into cold soil-
each one a ripple,
each one a promise
that the dark will not last forever.

The reason I am here is because of you
You created me
In your image and
I am grateful for that
Yes I live a good life
I have nothing to bitch
About my life
Yes the winter is killing me slowly
I hate to go out in the winter
But I have no choice
Because walking is good for me
I don't like the short days
That we have in the winter
It gets dark at 5:00 PM
Every single day
Good night my God

It’s okay if you don’t feel okay,
If misty weather clouds your way.
It’s okay if your thoughts turn hazy,
And you wander off, a little stray.
It’s okay.

It’s okay if you’re bumped and down,
Carrying a burden’s heavy weight.
Try to find your path again,
Let not these days dim your spirit,
Let not these days paint your sky
Forever grey.

It might be hard to tolerate,
I know it may—but let it go.
Just pray.
Pray in every quiet way.

Yea
I know it's soon,
gonna be okay.

Against the swift current, my love, a foundation laid,
like sticks and mud, our bond is built, never swayed.
Each shared moment, a willow branch woven in tight,
holding back the flood of the world with all its might.
Our union grows strong, where the clear waters rest,
a tranquil, deep pool within your loving breast.
The perfect sanctuary, this enlightened nest.

Sitting here,
thinking about you.
"How I lost me
and you lost you"

For the life of me
I don't know,
what we've
got to do

To redeem ourselves,
from the tragic fall
that came upon me and you,
some place back in time.

It all was a beautiful dream,
which never quite came true.
We were reaching for salvation
that never really came through.

Our dreams were torn
as the temple veil.
Wishes that would
never come true!

Leanne
We are so happy for you
That you are
Now living your new life
In heaven
Without any pain
AIso we are praying for you
Every night before we go
To bed
It is not going to be easy
For us to live here on earth
Without you
Yes some day when we will be dead
We will be re united in heaven
Right now we still young
And we still have a life in front of us
To live

of a loved
or one thrust into the limelight
and garners fame and fortune,
one impossible mission
for me (no pun intended)
doth not fear
to rest in peace,
cuz clean bill of health
near one hundred percent guarantee
with a near assurance
of waking up refreshed afterwards
and poised to strike
a nagging significant task
on a never ending todo list
until mortality expires,
where corporeal flesh
donning lovely bones
will be cremated
and put to stop once and for all