Rumors tear asunder thunder
in a room of gloom they bite soon
but the night heals with the gravity
of a primal moon.
We are but ash in a void
to be played to be toyed
is actual attention
but not enjoyed.
Let us be like our ownselves from
the inner demons we grew out of
into to the states of mind we are now
are better than ourselves before.
I can’t implore how I strive
to be clear in thought and in mind.
I find peace sometimes in divine
things but I have starved for an eternity.
A trinity in a land of cruel aspect?
People prey on others without respect.
Protection should be foremost
from harm and those who practice it.
With words and slander comes
a broken trust we do what we must
to drown out the past with joy
in dry dust ourselves we try to enjoy.
With laughter sometimes and with rhyme
we induce a truce to reduce crime
of passion we need in our lives;
we need passion to feel alive.
Pump in veins the sunrise
seduce the glory of stories
that are untrue and seek beauty
in ourselves, not by conquer gory.
My land is chaos, in the water don’t jump in,
I work hard to begin again
but remaining is the staining
desire I numbed so don’t put in ruin for fun.
Don’t tread on others misfaults
for all struggle with what they’ve got.
Either lend a hand or dismiss
and forgive with sympathethic thought.
Honor is for lives not broken,
give space and for the ferry a token
for those who have none
this life for all at times is not fun.
Second chances and thirds,
forgive with your heart and words
the things we have numbed
with our vices that might sound absurd.
Yet when we feel a notion
for motion in our hips lips
kiss from the sun and wind
and as we grow we need not quip.
About others let’s exercise sympathy,
to drown out pain of life
and forgive because such things
release all strife.
RMC 