we clock in, out
every one of us--that has ALWAYS
been the contract

the Tyrant has us all working
at minimum wage; some complain
others don't think about it

though at one time
or another, we are all grateful,
and terrified, we have a job

beggars, billionaires both
servants to the hours, His strange
circular command

but I will be dead ******
if I'll give Him a minute more than necessary
watching the hands spin on a timepiece,
eternally there to remind us, we are
temporal slaves, every minion
under His reign

This life can be given and it can be taken.

That's when I knew I was simple.

Looking for love in a world so cold.

Quell every source of artificial light , smother every candle , hide inside your favorite music tonight ..
Find a pleasant thought off the beaten path , kneel down , be thankful , meditate and relax ..
Drink copiously from the well of your soul , offer this sustenance freely for those parched by uncertainty and sorrow ..
Be mindful of your speech , choose each letter of every word with caution , in tune with every blade of grass and twig that lies on the trail home .. Beware of rash and irrational offerings , servants of darkness that offer easy roads around life's mountains .
You will find precious works of art at each tree , thought inspiring color with forever changing landscapes , awe inspiring parcels of Earth that replicate your sweetest dreams , fields of green clover that lead into deep blue seas ..

"Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it." - Toni Morrison

Walking in the woods, there is human breath
A girl who has come back from the darkness of death
Her eyes shine in the moon of the night
Tomorrow, she will finally see the morning light
She has been dead for several years
There are maggots crawling out of her ears
The girl will walk for several days
Eyes set on the horizon gaze
On her grave, Beloved is her name
Her life will never be the same
She longs to see her mother’s face
To be held again in those arms of grace
She will not stop, she will not rest
Until she is safe where she feels best
On her grave, Beloved is her name

this world is fast
yet forever
love is strong
but complex
poetry should be short--
we don't have an eternity to read your thoughts
keep it simple,
just simple