Courtesy

How I hate courtesy -

sister of politeness.

One day the fallacy

show - Pretty grey forest.

Many hearts led astray -

By this rude injustice.

Sleepless nights - will portray -

Enemy's accomplice

Feigned love is worse than poison

The body in pain

One moment released - waken

To meet "Cordial" thus named.

As if feelings were fragile -

Like an opened red tulip

Run from anger - too docile

For the action of friendship

Eyes

The eyes' prime use forgot.

"Look to God, and live!"

If so, our eyes would be burned - hot.

Directing our souls, attention -

Lives on a thread

reaching out with piercing affection.

Crossing hearts, and hoping to die

Needles sticking in majority eyes

Sincerity in sight is a lost trait

Avoiding eyes are murderers

Searching eyes are

welcome in my home anytime, mate!

Rage Cost

Economics Principle

The Opportunity cost of my

Rage -

The tears I could be shedding and

the self pity I could be feeling.

Plus the loss of mental and physical energy.

Rage is the wiser choice of

distributing my resources.

Not only does it supply its own energy,

But saves energy that the alternative consumes.

Veil

Everyday we die

and wake with new lives

Forgetting the passions

we once had extreme

Staying up to avoid

the veil.

Blood stains around my door -

Passover, for my intensity.

pAIN, TURNED TO aNGER

from another's injustice

energy drawn from within

succumbing to sweet senselessness

Preparing for death

of all feeling.

Love cannot be had in

fullness, by just one.

Proving destruction to

the solvent -

Never to be used again

on another.

Land Ho!

Land Ho!

Dreary days at sea - hoping

Mirages floating.

At last beholding -

A shape of hope

Through all the clouds

At once, arriving

blessed moment.

Never again recurring

From the times of sorrow

to this time of silent joy.

Time stops for such experiences.

Rage

Rage

not so bad

if the port is

for mere energy

Accomplishment

through anger and passages

of insanity

Calm and Carefree

Compromisable.

If you don't quite know yet -

humans fail.

It takes a mind out of flesh

to control

this play dough

painful, mass.

Otto

"Only a pinch a day", he said.

Now fishing alone

swallowing fishhooks to catch

the undesirable trait

of complete dependence on

hope.

When parting -

infinitely observing

a non shifting countenance.

This fish

prompts dismal feelings

from accurate assumptions

Needing stronger line

to catch this

ever growing

Otto

Reality should not be

preoccupied with thoughts of

what could be.

Replacing wire hooks with

titanium anchors.

Sunshine

Sunshine is

a gift forgotten.

Rivers

that stop running.

Cool wind

on a warm day

subsiding.

A captivating face

not shining.

If there ever was a time

the sun stopped shining,

If ever there was a time the

wind stopped blowing,

I would feel as empty as I

do when I see confused eyes,

and weary smiles.

My fingers cannot hold the sun,

nor are my lungs strong enough

to move the sky,

but if thou will

I would give thee happy

flashbacks, joyful thoughts, and memories

of sunshine that

can never be forgotten.

Crestfallen

Truly man is a hull

weakened,

easily swayed.

Self-convincing

self-discerning

self-vexing.

A perfect emblem

crestfallen

from another's

indifference

Invented images of

coupling future

blast and degraded

in rigid stanzas

meant to be

rendless

dampered

If man was only more

genuine as familiarity

then must remedy be

not coquet,

but relentless singularity.

Signs

So many signs ignored -

with many questions implored.

Today is Wednesday,

tomorrow is Thursday.

And the next day is Friday,

and so on and so forth.

Until the last child cries,

and the last old man dies.

Butterflies go free

crippled hunters in the street -

Their nets on the ground

Wind, the only sound.