If Only: A Sonnet (TH)

What good does a heart do for lonely men when their love is but long under the ground & cold nights got them wishing for the sound of missing sweethearts & their affection? If only skies allowed visitation, grief’s old rusty chains would become unbound so all that’s lost could finally be found, gathering the broken pieces to mend. Except there’s not a single cloud in sight that can wash away this deep immense pain. A man is left to himself in the night hoping for something most pure to obtain & with his shattered parts now healed take flight if only the lonely god could spare rain.

Undoing a Sonnet (MS)

We undo a sonnet line by line spending money as we write and though poverty makes us whine and growing debts ensure life's tight Our tiny children still admire something cheap, devoid of beauty we're all machines set on fire with purchasing our only duty Let's love the joy we come across and as we age let's love it more we have no time to waste on dross and shiny coins become a bore Go, find the strength for another smile and remain a child for a little while.

Undoing Ourselves (TH)

We undo ourselves for a bargain & never mind the money we save as it falls through holey pockets, leaving a golden path of debt behind for tiny children to admire & maybe get something cheap yet so special from one of those machines with the game where everyone’s a winner all the time. Some take the joy one can get with little while others grow to become old, not able to find the strength for a smile as their greed for shiny coins chokes them like the once curious child they used to be.

A Beautiful Discussion (MS)

People buy wisdom at the market for sale, this week only, 10% off We undo ourselves for a bargain All our singularity, connection with all that is, was, and will be shatter in the rush to get a discount in the Whole Life Sale and what was once one becomes a New Age mosaic where every crack is visible and disjointed All of us artists, con artists with ourselves the one we con most we breathe is, saying look at my wonderful in-breath breathe out saying "I'm letting it go, look at me!" Meanwhile, in some quiet space in a nonentity town lungs do their work the heart beats its message and a beautiful percussion reaches to all parts of the universe 

A Beautiful Percussion (TH)

We attain wisdom with each undoing of ourselves as though somehow the gathering of all our shattered pieces being put back not quite the same in some new age mosaic makes us all artists every time the choice is made to move forward & continue breathing in, letting it go. Letting it go can be the hardest part, yet like a metronome our lungs do the work in rhythm with our heart to create a beautiful percussion needed for the march we endure.

Everyone's Going Down (MS)

Everyone's going down all our bones will crumble to dust, all Earthly and Heavenly structures will decay, the brick walls we hit they too will fall apart It's a safe assumption that change, ever-present means death as well as birth  and growth When we are no longer unwilling to accept change we attain wisdom.

One of Us is Going Down (TH)

I’m no longer unwilling to accept the things that may not change, but it’s a safe assumption I’ll keep hitting the wall until structural strength gives way or all my bones break. Either way, one of us is going down.