Letters Awry

Another glance back to another

Dance back to another

Chance back to the way it was

Eager for love

Also for life

Hoping that the beginning didn’t

Rear such a suffering distance

Together for once blunt

More is undone at the hunt

Now it’s become clear

In the eyes of fear

Looking within to outside

Younger days of now seem pastime

War of the soul

Angels and demons combine

Null at the brink and toll

Each drawn then shrunken behind

Yearning, feeling nauseous

Afraid of being looked down upon

Masking any and all promiscuous

Kicking away that devil’s spawn

Verifying what has been isn’t what is

Justifying who, what, when, where, why

Worrying something lies amiss

Moreover standing at the ready, sly

Never ending peace, angst, terror, bliss

Recording decisions and contradictions awry

Simplicity Unmasked

Seemingly simple

Thought to be plausible

Felt it was reasonable

Believed it was logical

Yet nothing is as it appears

But discovering the truth, one fears

So much contained in tears

Life and death, joy and hurt sears

Each day, a complexity

Build on continuously

Repeating yet varying in history

Unable to unravel the mystery

Discovering paraphernalia anew

Seeing the world from another view

Altered ideology true do we pursue

Perspective in need of review

What seemed like nothing at all

Dug deeper into a dimension parallel

Ego deflated, having taken such a fall

Trying to justify, nature shall compel

Beneath the eggshell smooth and petite

Attempting to protect what’s within incomplete

A youthful baby blooming in retreat

Life beginning and growing, not a mere simple feat

Hidden behind the unbreakable shell

The masked tortoise does dwell

Underneath hides soft flesh, safe and well

Vulnerable were this shelter to be expelled

Face behind the glorified mask

A painted and wooden task

Feelings unknown unless you ask

Delicate as a tulip, dandelion, pasque

Never sure of the background

And what led to the finale found

All time of life takes part and surrounds

Each differently, no matter how renowned

Artificially Organic

Feeling nothing whatsoever,
Yet everything simultaneously
Pain and hurt through every endeavor
Hope for numbness, a constant plea

But proximity’s range,
Encloses ones held in endearment
Who deserve not this exchange
So it’s shoved into containment

A seemingly genuine bounce in step,
Brilliant smile that lights up the day,
Encouraging words full of pep,
But the eyes – endless, hopeless grey

Glancing in a hurry,
Depicts the illusion
Of not a single worry
A misfortunate delusion

Those in propinquity of heart’s reality
Know of the deceitful pretense
And together they ache in totality
Knowing naught to infiltrate the defense

So the artificially organic bliss ensues
Façade impenetrable
Countless numbers it shall confuse
Only self-healing held accountable