One day I hope
That someone will read
These words and wish
That they’d been written
And read to him
I do get tired
Talking to the flowers
That sprouted from seeds
That I had planted
Just once I wish
That a flower would
Talk to me knowing
That it seeing me
Is what makes me
Into a beautiful poem
Sleep I do
Sleep I must
Dreams they woo
Dreams they dust
Wake I too
Wake I trust
Day we shoo
Day we bust
Night it soothes
Night it shush’s
There is a game
One in which there
Is never a winner
Or even a loser
Just carnage abysmal carnage
And like most carnage
It gets burned buried
And forgotten to make
Room for more games
And more carnage yet
It’s a game played
Every four years and
Nothing ever changes except
The depth of dead
Will we ever learn
This needs to change
It’s with a heavy
Heart that I admit
That I am scared
Breakups are never easy
Yet here we are
Once had now gone
I will miss you
And what you promised
I did love you
But then you cheated
With the one that
You promised to avoid
You promised me that
Never shall we mingle
And yet you did
I should’ve expected it
Seduction is always sweet
Until the apple bitters
And it always does
Strength and faith
Come from within
Power and belief
Come from without
One is Heavenly
The other Hell
