To say hello to you,
Again when we meet.
And to begin a friendship
Based on that exchange.
Asking for first names…
And making our comments plain!
Let’s not do anything strange.
Like changing your last name.
Or making commitments…
To make us change!
OR become estranged,
When we should have kept things the same…
When we first met and liked one another!
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The business of living,
Grieving.Those overtaxed,And most undernourished!Discouraged to speak truths,That keep them crushed…In silent desperation.Under technologies,Rushed to boost fewTo adorn themselves,And prosper.This business of living…Dispense trinkets from feasting banquets.And dim is the light once brightening,The hopes for all.With gall the rotting stench is sensed,And slowly released.Progressing these diseasing deeds.And bigoted shelters,Built to be viewed…By those with lofty wishes,Crumble…
I’m not here to worship suffering.
To replay mindsets of limitations.Invitations like these I don’t accept,From anyone sending them…Special delivered,Nor by telephoneOr anonymously over the internet!When I discovered my peace of mind,That journey began on its own.I find time to unwind sometimes alone…Receiving ‘commands’ that The Master condones.A second handed way of life,Is not my ambition to live.Enforced negative…Or endorsed positive…
Chasing to patch up yesterdays’ mistakes…
The time taken to just stop…And Identify the connection.Verify the attachment to the cause.It would remedy possiblities of grief!But that suggestion…Like others shared and debated,Loses its comfort…When a mind wants to prove,How a fool can indure…Without a thought to connect,Prior to rejecting its relationship to common sense!It is just not recognized at all!
Stalled at the fantasy stage
And credit cards near maxed out.Whims on lay-awaysHave a few more payments left.With a need that searches for a reason,Why such an item is desperately wanted!If it was such a ‘steal’…Why is it taking so long to pay for?It’s too late to change your mind…You will not get your money back!It is store policy to…
Where is Rufus?
Was he carrying his ‘light’…To shine upon the masses leaningOn the slime slicked walls,Of the caverns he enjoys?Where is that boy?‘Rufus? ‘I’m surprised he’s not behind you now,Minting his breath with peppermint shield…As If to conceal his devotion to rock bottom!Trying to hide the current ‘opportunities’ taken!Everyone knows Rufus when he’s ‘fakin’!There is no mistaking…
I feel inside a need I must trust.
With urges to decrease signs of peace.This disease I wish from them released.I see outside a quietness.When I arise to welcome Sun.And before anyone comes with conflict to offer…I run to comfort the trees.Knowing they hear and see…With few appreciating their tolerance.