Trolls

Scorning Millions - laughing

at untold secrets.

Flaps are open, preparing

to fire bullets.

One truth never to be

revealed.

Hearts hidden, deeply

concealed.

Chosen brothers, sent from God

to help in times of disdain

Scrap sisters baking mud

pies meant to be thrown.

Overcoming the blue with hue

of salt

Dried up tears, unwashed -

no halt.

Mended holes,

plastic trolls

World not ready -

for thin and weighty.

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.