Sin

 "How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offense?" ~ Alexander Pope

you accuse and i deny
but guilt weighs me down
and i can't look you in the eye.
i trade my innocence of now
for my shame of then
and now it feels like
i've doubled my sin.

Synapses

"It may be, that the deep necessity of art is the examination of self-deception." ~ Robert Motherwell 

currents ricocheting off
each other; contriving,
tearing down, passing
information, rewiring,

multiplying and dying.
the survival tics,
creating the deceptions
reality fits.

Contentment

"Contentment is, after all, refined indolence." ~ Thomas Chandler Haliburton

that beautiful place called contentment
circumvents my boulevard from time to time
eludes my compulsion for relaxation
and serenity comes to be but a wish

waterfalls soothe souls with silver ripples in
that beautiful place called contentment
complacency lounges on its creamy shores
equanimity swims with the dolphins there

when misery has been my master, i crave
its spray on my face, its air in my lungs
that beautiful place called contentment
might be a dream rather than a memory

the uneasiness of this world surrounds me
until i smell the flowers of repletion
bringing forth pleasurable awareness in
that beautiful place called contentment

Vibrations

"Every stress leaves an indelible scar, and the organism pays for its survival after a stressful situation by becoming a little older." ~ Hans Selye

stress
s c a r e s
hush

Rock-A-Bye

"Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it." ~ Trey Parker

the tears seem in endless supply
as she wishes the hurt away
the emptiness is nothing but a lie
the oppressive pain is present today

as she wishes the hurt away
she rocks herself back and forth
the oppressive pain is present today
and she wonders of her worth

Ashes

"What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes, and he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again." ~ Agnes Smedley

breathtakingly tender you touched
me waking an eagerness and such
those dormant longings were set free
ashes of it fall around me

the world continues to exist
so that this feeling will persist
yet i feel we willed it to be
ashes of it fall around me

intoxicatingly tragic
you spun your contrary magic
hypnotizing and i still see
ashes of it fall around me

breathtakingly tender you touched
ashes of it fall around me

Mud Puddles

"I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning." ~ Lance Loud

There are tears to be 

found in rainbows and beauty

in a mud puddle.